Untitled Piece – Andrea Burgess

I used to be so sure about everything

I had my whole life written out like a novel

Complete with a list of characters, a plot from beginning to end

All my conflicts, my setting, my resolution

I had it all written in pen

But I often re-read my perfectly planned masterpiece

And realize that I no longer enjoy the story

The characters don’t seem to fit the plot anymore

The conflicts are more than I can handle

The resolution just doesn’t sound like my ending at all

I long to write something different

But I’ve already written so much

I can flip to a fresh page if I want to

But then what would I do with the wasted paper?

I have a head full of new ideas:

New plans, a fresh theme, a climax to look forward to

I try and edit my existing story

But it never makes any sense

I used to be so sure about everything

I had my whole life written out like a novel

But my novel is no longer mine

And I’m running out of ink

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