Funny,
That.
I exist in this void,
Bereft of having my work shared,
Spread,
Or proliferated.
Some part of me is happy:
Get to live the normal “great writer” path.
Famous,
Recognized as elite,
But long after I’m already dead.
Why did Shakespeare become rote?
Why can’t I?
Even After beating him…
The “Great Writer” Path.
