I was sure that I was him
until I woke up from the dream
with the pencil in my hand,
still tying up that seam.
The plot just wasn't thick enough,
some characters too dull,
most scenes are not quite finished;
there's much left still to cull.
I've been focusing too much
on the way this tree should look
but the reader doesn't care
which direction the leaves shook.
But I think that I have something here,
a diamond in the rough;
It just needs a little polishing,
the part I find so tough.