I have not a creative bone in this body
All 206 are exactly the same
I can't force life into my words
I can not make the ugly duckling, beautiful
I can not write of love
Make hearts beat widely

Only make the heart stop
The music slowly fade
This pathetic soul that I parade
If only these words could show

The Starry Night within me
The workings of artistic ability
The music we all sing along to
Or that one hit wonder

All are nice ideas
Ones I wish could dig down deeply for
From the deep unconsciousness of my mind
Though these words a creative bone I will then find

Then shall I cut off my ear?
I will continue to search far and wide day and night
Hope to find words that fit together just right
I must perfect every line
Breathe breath into this dream that is mine
Reveal the secret of the pen, the love of every letter left hanging
Making a world forever changing

I just want to be heard
My boring tale to be cured
My words to flourish
Be the poem that every English class is reading
To bring new meaning
To every heart beating

For that is my goal
To reach deep, deep within the soul
And maybe find the surprise
Lying at the bottom of the cereal box
That every child wishes he will find