THE IMPOSSIBLE SONG (OR A POEM, CAN'T DECIDE)

 I don't know how to begin,

Blank page seems intimidating enough.

I don't know where to begin,

Why every beginning must be tough?

When I started this poem

I had to trick myself into writing it, (because I was lazy to even try)

What's the point, what's the purpose?

When there's no one who will ever read it.

Still I wrote it because there's nothing better to do,

Or maybe there is and it seems,

I always end up doing what I never planned to.

And there's this fear of being  mediocre at whatever I attempt to do.

And there's also this voice telling me,

Keep going - there's nothing else you can do.