Writing lines that will never be read, Words tumbling and jostling around in my head, A lyric named "what I wish I had said - but I didn't." Hearing a song that no one will sing, That elusive tune only silence can bring, Wishing I'd sung it like a bird on the wing - but I didn't. Binding a book whose leaves won't be turned, A story of flying but my feathers got burned, I should have grown from the lessons I learned - but I didn't. Painting my life but the bristles have dried, Safe behind a blank canvas I hide, Should I have risked some colour before my dreams all died? Seems I didn't. Could have told others my story but why would they care So I've left it all shrouded, only I was there, Could have put it on Facebook for a like and a share - But I didn't. See.... I sang like a bird alone on a cloud, I read that book but never out loud. Could have shared my painting with the everyday crowd. But I didn't .