All Who Wander Are Not Lost

Agitation takes its toll as I yearn
To speak the unspeakable,
From perspectives, unthinkable.
But then I cease to yearn so,
For my words are bound to disappear,
In a chaotic, loquacious sociosphere,
Where words, though cheap, are sounded high
And thoughts, though low, are magnified.

I fear my contribution
Would be overshadowed,
Would not matter,
Would sink into oblivion.
But do I, an expressionist, care?
Does it bother me that my word,
Would go unheard?

Nay!
A writer never fears,
An expressionist never ponders.
"All who wander are not lost."
I am not lost, I can be found
In the depths of my daring prose,
Ruling the realms of my own.
I am my own rival,
My voice cannot be lost.

A word to all the fellow scribes,
Doubt kills the best of vibes.
Question not the best in you,
For the Creator created only the creative.
No word is ever a waste of space
Unless spoken for chaotic debate.
No art is ever meaningless
Unless crafted for war and hate.

Graphic: "All is Not Lost" by *Anthony-Michael on Deviant Art