I was going to write a poem about self-doubt
But wasn't sure I was up to the task

I was going to write a poem about laziness
But just couldn't be bothered

I was going to write a poem about jealousy
But you had already produced a better one (and I hate you for it)

I was going to write a poem about despair
But what would have been the point?

I was going to write a poem about amnesia
But kept forgetting to start it

I was going to write a poem about perfectionism
But didn't know where to put that semi-colon

I was going to write a poem about procrastination
But decided to wait till tomorrow

I was going to write a poem about fear
But was too terrified to put pen to paper

I was going to write a poem about arrogance
But did not want to embarrass other poets with my brilliance

I was going to write a poem about paranoia
But the voices were whispering 'Don't do it Neal”

Finally, I was going to write a poem about positive thinking
So I did