More and More Sketches

As my pencil crossed the paper Leaving it's tray of colors My mind kept running with ideas While the hand slowly follows Making shapes Trying with new sketches They all end in something new Created within uncertain fetches A paper feels like a dream A world of new blossom Filled with the unknown It feels truly awesome The erasing may happen With some messes here and there Still, some color will stay Mistakes i don't want to glare The lines following own patterns They all combine in one Can't wait to see When it gets done I want to show it to everyone So people can see my art Yet, what if it is ugly? Would the ideas in my mind depart? While glacing at the paper Decided to take it away Tried to remove it But the eraser just wouldn't pay Snaped the paper out of the notebook Went to throw it in the trash In the can it fell Closed it and went to rest Layed down in the bed Tired and with no creativity Could ever i draw something That doesn't look like an atrocity? I put my pencil case in the closet I would love to take it farther But with failure after failure Why even bother?