I Could

Sitting here casually thinking to myself, wanting to pen something new, I visualize that I could easily write about anything. I could write about you and the way her smile sparkles so brilliantly, And the way her hair flows elegantly and shines. I could write about how we tolerate and handle others in so many ways, Yet if you notice we mostly never read between the lines. I could write about how the use of a God can be a way to control others, But for my higher power he will always be the one true creator. I could write about literature like Brutus and the famous line stated, “Et tu Brute” and how to Caesar he was a painful traitor. I could write about while sitting in the driver’s seat foot easing the gas, and I sense the open highway’s vast freedom within my car. I could write about how on a clear, magnificently sparkling starlit night, Gazing astonished I notice that one glorious falling star. I could write about the Wild Wild West with gunslingers like Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday, even Ike Clanton bursting into the amazing gun fights. I could write about some hilariously funny and catchy movies like, Idiocracy, Hangover or even the one called Men in Tights. I could write about love, hatred, and almost any of these emotionally, Manipulated, misconstrued and yet confusing things. I could write about some puppets and this can be explained in any way, Seem to always be controlled by hidden secretive strings. Then before my pen ever falls against the paper or my fingers hit the keys, Noticing nothing has changed I envision I truly could write about anything.