Analysis of AS I SIT AND WRITE

As I sit here and write
trying to figure out whats
the difference between wrong and right, while trying to figure out
what feels right, with the light
shining oh so bright, that it
evens shines through the night.

As I sit and draw a blank
I imagine myself walking
along a long plank,
to the pretty blue sea
that's deep enough just for me,
that I can float and be free.

As I sit and write
wondering what I'm going
to say, I guess all I that,
I can do is pray that I have,
no more stormy, rainy, cloudy
dark, gloomy days.

As I sit and stare,
out the window up at the clear
blue sky, I see myself flying
up so high, with arms stretched
wide, not worrying because I have
nothing to hide behind these
pretty brown eyes.

As I sit and dream, staring at
this amazing, beautiful stream I imagine myself floating
along the river, keeping me from
this weird creepy shiver,
that is all shades of silver.

As I sit and write
hoping and praying that
everything is going to be
alright, just as long as
I sit here and right.