Tonight I wrote the words

That I know will change the world

As the pen streaked the page

I prepared for all the change

But as I finished up my script

My enthusiasm slipped

I knew what I must do

For my apprehension to be soothed

I tore apart the paper

And disposed of all the staples

In my head the words are kept

And the letter remains unsent

It turns out I like the world for now

And I don’t want to tear it down