I want to write my novel today

But sometimes to words won’t come.

I want my masterpiece right away

But aren’t brave enough to be undone.

 

I want to be a poet today

But sometimes I forget what that means.

I want the perfect verse right away

But aren’t brave enough to admit I need cleaned.

 

I want to sign my book today

But sometimes I forget my own pen.

I want to sell my words away

But aren’t brave enough to hit send.

 

I want to be well-known today

But most times by no one at all.

I’m willing to whittle my days away

But aren’t brave enough to let go and fall.