I stare at this sheet of paper, Contemplating what to write, So many lines to fill, too much space, Do I have the heart? Do I have the face? All I see is white, Should it be this way? I don’t think so. It’s not right. Should I dig deep? Or just go to sleep? Let the day rest, And be happy with what I have? I don’t think so. I can only hope, I can have everything. So maybe I’ll wait awhile. So I shall, Come back another night, Too look what I’ve done. It can only get better, If I just dig deep, I think I’ll just go to sleep.