I feel embarrassed to admit
I haven’t got the slightest clue
Of what I want to do beyond
A daily life of crafting lines.
It’s not even my Ikigai.
It’s not something the world will buy.
It’s not something the world will need.
It’s just a thing I want to do.
And maybe I am good at too.
It’s “good” in strictly private sense.
Of all the skills I now possess,
With crafting lines, I feel Success.
It doesn’t mean I’m good enough
To move a reader with my stuff.
I know the lines won’t pay my bills.
I know the lines won’t school my kids.
I know the lines won’t cure disease.
I know the lines won’t bring me peace.
But lines are where I feel so true.
And maybe I am meant for too.
But maybe I have got no clue
Of what to do, what not to do.