This poem is unknown
A poem of mystery
You’re wondering what this is about
while you are reading this
Maybe you’re bored
Depressed
Happy
Inspired
Feel the way you want

I could be writing about a lush summer day
With trips to the beach, collecting shells,
feeling sand beneath your feet.

I could be writing about homework
The everlasting pile
The long, winding essays

I could be writing about a beast
Large and unknown, that nobody knows exists
Right under your nose or nowhere

I could be writing about snow
Flakes of ice scattered all around
The thrill when you see the blanket of white

I could be writing about romance
A sweet summer’s day when hearts clash
You don’t know when

I could . . .
But I’m not going to. The unknown is what you make it.
Inspiration is all around you