My room is all my failures.
The keyboard that I never play,
The words I write but cannot say,
A shelf a-stock with unread books,
A closet full of unworn looks,
The teacups that I never use
Because I want them to stay new,
The artwork that remains undone,
The trophies that I never won,
The French to English diction’ry
That’s still quite unfamiliary,
Guitars with chords I do not know,
And Oh, the Places I Won’t Go!
If Dr. Seuss can use fake words then so can I.