expect not perfection, expect only mine best of efforts

It comes over me in waves, this desire to lift myself up from mediocrity. This wondrous feeling, this intellectual fulfillment. I strive and I try. Oh, how I try! Sometimes in vain. sometimes with beautiful results. Trying to find the words (oh, the elegant words!) That will set me free. Words that will bring me to my climax. Yet alas! I cannot find the words. I find only frustration and failure. My voice is not yet developed. Oh, how I hope practice makes perfect.