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