Writer's Dream

entering the dark room, hesitant
no lights turned on except one
on the desk, a candle was lit
and piano music playing from somewhere
at the desk I found myself crying
sobbing, with a pen in my hand,
and a blank paper looking quite angry
I asked myself what I was doing here,
so distraught with my own angst
and I replied, in between choking tears
I'm writing a novel, a famous novel
It's going to be 500 pages long,
and everyone will read and love it
and then everyone will know my name
and everyone will want more of it
and everyone will want more of me
so I took all this in and thought
and realized it was true, I realized
that if anything, I wanted this
I wanted to write something
because I can write, something that
will change the world and how you
wake up the next morning
one of those books you read
and at the end you want to do
SOMETHING but no one knows exactly what
one of those books you tell everyone
recommend it, read it, love it
one of those books that at first,
will be on the banned reading list
because of its rebellious new ideas
but after people come to realize
the beauty, it will be on the
required reading list, in schools
everywhere, everywhere, everyone
it will be loved and looked upon
and make it to the bestsellers
and the classics shelf, 100 years
from now, it will last 100 years
and more, people will remember its name
people will remember my name
yes, that's all I want, I knew it,
so I took myself into my arms and
smiled and whispered, in a comforting
tone, Do my best, because only you can.

-Ydachikachishiroul-

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Mayan, in the year 341 AF.