I can’t sleep at night

I keep tossing and turning

All night long

It’s all because of Triond

Rushing through my head

Are many thoughts of stories

Like blooming flowers 

“What should I write?

What will really matter?”

I think and ponder

Not able to make up my mind

Once I do, I want my work

To be perfect

But every now and again

There’s a typo or error

In my garden

I don’t wish to write

Just for the sake of writng

So that my stats look good

To earn a few dollars

I desire to feel

That what I have to say is important

That’s why it seems

I can’t rest

Because I’ve to get everything right

Although the pressure

Is self imposed

I’ve to be productive

And feel that somehow

I’m making a contribution