I want to write a poem, I just don't know what to say. I could tell you about my day, Or about the bed upon which I lay. I could tell you about neighbors next door, Or all about the girl I adore, But, alas, that might bore. I could be depressing and sad, I could be happy or glad, I could talk about my mom and dad. I could think and dream and speculate, Or possibly spark a long debate, I could go on and on and contemplate. I just want to write a poem, And don't know what to say.