I stared up at the starry sky,
listened to the creek.
My life may be changed forever,
in just one short week.
I appreciated the peace of midnight,
as I dreamed of glory.
Would I be famous next week,
or would my efforts be a dull story?
I fell asleep,
thinking of greats of the past.
Thinking I could be one of them
far from the normal amassed.
Next week it would be over
would I no longer experience critique?
Or, wouldn't it be a shame I thought,
if my future wanted to be bleak.
listened to the creek.
My life may be changed forever,
in just one short week.
I appreciated the peace of midnight,
as I dreamed of glory.
Would I be famous next week,
or would my efforts be a dull story?
I fell asleep,
thinking of greats of the past.
Thinking I could be one of them
far from the normal amassed.
Next week it would be over
would I no longer experience critique?
Or, wouldn't it be a shame I thought,
if my future wanted to be bleak.
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