I wanted to be a writer

To tell tales and make fun

Of the world and all its peril

But I was the one undone.

I wanted to be a writer

To prove that I could hum

A tune of such beauty,

It could never be unsung.

I wanted to be a writer

But I never learned to sing.

And so I sit, miscounting meters, pondering

Why I wanted to be a writer

When all I can do is cringe