I eye you, you eye me,
This state of affairs is good for me.
Never again will I be this way,
Chock-full of potential with nothing to say,
I revel in my purity of off-grade white,
Never again will I behold this sight—
Try writer’s block, it’s all the rage—
Scribble on me another day—
Why should I know what I will be
Instead of dreaming of what may be?
Let me sing of potential through the night
And procrastinate you right out of my life!
11:14AM 11/14/06 age 22 © Jamie S.