I ponder my life
as I sit at my desk
My pen the knife
The paper the bread

To feed my mind
what is needs
but my hand is in a bind
I can't seem to move

I need to write these words
A blank letter
Open window singing of the birds
Paper so bright white

These words I must cut
onto the paper
climb out of this rut
onto the paper

I carve

'I Love You'

But the person it is too
is someone I do not know
for they have changed into someone new

Once more I ponder my life

My pen the knife...