Shower Thoughts #4

So much of me seeps in to what I put on paper That I wonder, if what I write is the truth Or how I feel about the truth, in this instant, in this hour. How do I begin to be an honest writer, when my melancholy find its way to my heart, when my joy and my sorrows misbehave all the time, and my wishes and whims drain off my feet, to the ground.