A Storywriter's E-mail

I write a story and send it to you
Do you want to know if it is true?
In it I speak of events, old and new
Would it delight you if it is true?
Or would I rather screw
Myself if I go through
With this, but I don't want to rue
To be unable to start anew
Coz I can't rescue
Myself from my unbridled thoughts, that are not just a few
But many and multiplying and every passing moment accrue
I little understood as time flew
That I took without questions whatever life threw
At me, but as I review
Whatever has passed as I grew
I don't know if I can speak and be true or untrue…