I started a poem or song early in the evening yesterday. The first two stanzas came pretty easily:

I drew a fish
that became a bird.
It flew away.
I once was a poet.

I drew a sky
that turned to sea.
It washed away.
I was a lover once.

I spent the rest of the night writing and rewriting the last stanza, and listening maybe ten times to a youtube I found, and around the ninth time, I cried.

The last stanza of the poem was never right, so finally I just went to bed.

Now I'm thinking maybe the first stanzas were off.

I drew a fish
that became a bird.
It flies.

I drew a sky
that turned to sea.
It flows.

I am a poet.
I am a lover.

Romanza