To niche, or not to niche, that is the question.

Whether it be nobler in the mind to pen right from the heart,

Or catch a drift of thought and make it sing...

I tell you now that singing wins.

At least for me.

This wretched soul of mine is spurred oft by a word,

And caught I am along a tangent not my own,

And I am captive in whatever lair.

To niche, or not to niche.

The choice is never mine.