Nothing is Something

If I had just something so small. 

Not lrge or pricy or flashy at all. 

Perhaps so little, its not measured as tall. 

If i had just something as plain as day. 

Not out there, abstract, or ctachy in anyway. 

Perhaps just normal, like statues that stay. 

If i had just something as clear as can be. 

Not white, or black, or the tint of the sea. 

Perhaps, just maybe, i could then succeed. 

If i had just something that i could write. 

Not something, or anything will always be right. 

Perhaps, when written, that something will bring in the light.