dear andrew... an attempt with focus

[eggmen]

don't worry about
getting up and
not of writting
what you want to have
written
don't worry
about the fear
and doubt
coming from
you have the confidence
have what you need
to make this done...
drink up and read
this shit
is freed...
you're writting
A moment you wanted to remember
was sitting
out on the porch...
of Joe's Bedroom window
on the fire escape
as the moon had both risen
and gone from the night sky...
and the night was
in addequetly
light for for such eyes...
oh, my eyes...
When you leave these passages
it is alright... you figured
out what you need to figure
out upon this page or
at least you tried
and because of this
it's enough to a certain extent...
give it up...
what does it matter if it is good?
that's it...
it shouldn't matter...
as long...
well lets not let
our thoughts tare
this wonder feeling
to tatters.

cause with music
in the night air
it is dreamy
and I tend
toward
the music
and the faint of
heart.

Sure when
pushed
I too can
write chessie
lines dear Muse,
and I write to you...
to relax the matter
a little further...

i should try and write about my script...

These are my focused return thoughts.... these are consructive with in a boundry no?

lets try.