Dream’s Beginning

For often I find I must disagree

And ignore the ending, whatever it may be.

Now I take a pencil, simple, in my hand

Forging a new ending to place on the stand.

It doesn’t have to be long,

Complicated or to please the throng

To fill me with satisfaction galore,

I find that I must simply write more.

Often I will return to read what I wrote

Never realizing the path in my scope.