My Writing Life

I am at a stage, in this writing life,
where I don't recall all I write.
As I write these words down now,
there is no memory of if or how.
Why are these voids within my head?
No one will know but me and instead
of pondering on this difficult task,
I could reach out and just ask
of the readers, who read of me.
Am I writing for you to see?
Or is this just another fantasy?