I’ll sit down and write a poem today.

  It will be about a rock,

  or maybe it will be about a king,

  or something.

  I’ll write a book.

  I’ll spread my pages out like wings,

  Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

  tell them all I have to say,

  or simply drift away.

  Maybe I’ll write a song instead.

  A Ballad, some blues,

  or perhaps a nursery rhyme,

  or not.

  There will need to be an end.

  So little time.

  What to say?

  I’ll try again another day,

  once this rock is gone.