Scribble scrawl

someday you'll write
whatever it is you might
you'll feel that rush
at putting it down right

by some happy accident
when the words just rhyme
you'll feel a bit confident
at having put in the time

someday you'll caress
a thought in the mind
with rare gentle prods
you'll write out a line

by a will of nature
impossible to murder
you'll fill up a sheet
with every mental blunder

with every aberration
and dark idea you can birth
with a many versed dance
you'll reaffirm your worth

then one day you'll write
when the world seems wrong
when the underlying tones
reveal a strange song

slowly your mind
will shift in the light
tremble nervously
at the fear of being right

someday you'll doubt
the ease of your verse
your tendency to scrawl
might seem like a curse

until the day you will read
of that friend you once knew
see his words out in paper
when it could have been you

that day you'll write
and stop hiding your work
to share it with the world
and finally be heard