He picks up his pen and stares at the blank white sheet.
He glances at the clock
	...the calendar...
And begins to write
	For the wrong reason.

There is no emotion reached-
	No love spilled, no story to teach.

		His pen rambles on.

No Indian war dances, no soldier�s sword,
	No, "Hallelujah and praise the Lord!"

		No one is there to stop him.

His deadline is reached with time to spare;
A good sheet of paper ruined without care.