Nights, years—nights, years— Alone in your bedroom, The voices in your head echo off the walls, Searching for an understanding ear. The stories you write, mere attempts To understand how hard it is to Write your own. Everything you wish, Everything you need to say, Stuck inside— Dreams as vast as your city, So alive when you close your eyes. Please trust One day you'll meet the one who will listen to every thought, Every unsaid word. Now, How will you begin?