Redemption Muse

“This has become quite the screed,” he thought, looking over his day’s work,
hard as the words that won’t hold back when you try your hand
at telling the truth of what your life has been, since who else is qualified to say 
what it’s all come down to, what has it all meant?
“And what has it, in the end?” he wonders, taking a long breath
seeing it all laying down in black and white before him
leapt from his old brain, how from the time he was barely able
to think for himself, like the proverbial sponge he soaked it up to overflowing,
which is exactly the way the words pour out of him for what?
“But is it really like that in the end?” he wonders, still having
a little hope in finding whatever redemption may be or may mean.