I sit here in the middle of the night,
And I don't know what to write.
People say there's no right or wrong.
That I could even turn this into a song,
But it's not that good.
And there's no way that I could.
Perhaps practice is what I need?
Then maybe I'll succeed.
So I'm practicing right now.
But is this even the right way how?
Do the words even need to rhyme?
Do they even need to flow in time?
I've never been taught.
It's just that one day I got a thought.
I thought I'd give it a go.
And what happened wouldn't matter, nobody would even know.
So I tried.
And if someone was near I would hide.
One after one failed attempt,
Each I would have dread to ever present.
But now I am.
And I'm doing it just because I can.
Maybe I do not have much skill.
But writing poems really gives me a thrill.
