(This poem is part of a heroic crown of sonnets. For more information, see "Crown of Chaos, Crown Jewel")

These Sonnets must continue, nonetheless

 I cannot let my efforts be for naught

If I write up an illegible mess

At least I'll say I gave it all I got.

I rarely stick with just one thing too long

I lack commitment; it's my greatest flaw.

Although I doubt that I would think it wrong

to say that I inspire too much awe.

But laying jest aside for just a bit,

There's something that I feel I must admit

So brace yourself, and find a place to sit.

I wrote this quatrain for the sound of it.

My hopes and dreams will be forever mired.

Until I make the effort that's required.