Imaginary Jungle

As I close another bout, hear my head lies, together but filled with doubt, Stored away in this imaginary jungle, searching and searching, all across the pages I fumble, Writing what I do not know, the lines begin to form decent, the words my mind sew, Blood starts boiling, heartbeat racing, while my hand is toiling, Finally, I am done, this masterpiece I wrote, which was just for fun, I say, only for a fee, a one time charge, it can't be free, a short look, a glance to see, the hidden mysteries, inside of me.