AN: This is a product of writer's block and wanting to rid myself of it. Enjoy.

Pencil

scratches at paper

as I begin to write.

I form lines

into letters

into meaningless words.

I don't know

what to write

what story

to bring to

life.

My pencil

stops short

of real writing.

These are simply

words

strung together by

hope

of possible

excellence

that I know

will not show itself.

No,

not tonight.

Perhaps tomorrow.

So for now,

I set my pencil

aside,

sail back to land

and wait

to set out again

some other day.