Imagine that

Sometimes I get scared

When I look at a blank page,

Sometimes I sit and stare,

What am I gonna write today?

What if it doesn't work out?

What if the words don't match?

What if I can't write enough,

And I give up just like that?

What a failure I'd be,

That I couldn't make a rhyme,

Then you'd all see,

I can't write all the time.

What if it's no good?

What if it makes no sense?

What If I screw up,

And use the wrong tense?

Maybe my mind will go blank,

Then what do I do?

Sit back and think,

Find a way to make it through?

No, I don't think so,

Maybe I just can't write,

It's not like I know,

What I say is right.

The vast white scares me,

Yet I stain it black,

Into lines that you can read,

Hey this page isn't empty anymore,

Imagine that.

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