A pen
A paper
A tired weary theme

Fingers
A keyboard
A dimly lit screen

A quill
And ink
A blurry midnight dream

There is no direction
No predictability
I thought i could make it
Maybe i'm capable

But i'll always have that doubt
That nagging sensation
Even though it was so
Inevitable

The future looks dark
To a pessimist like me
Opportunity is easy
When it's available

This is a haiku
I hope everyone likes it
It's snowing on mount fuji

It's night, it's day
It's night, it's day
I can't help but think
There is no path to pave
It's dark, it's bright
It's dark, it's bright
What is there tomorrow
If there is no tonight
It's right, it's wrong
It's right, it's wrong
This road doesn't exist
And yet it seems so long
It's quiet, it's loud
It's quiet, it's loud
The sun is covered up 
But there are no clouds
It's early, it's late
It's early, it's late
Should i get up and go
Or stay here and wait
It's night, it's day
It's night, it's day
Is it day or is it night
Is it night or is it day
It's night, it's night
It's night, it's night