there's a half written novel in a teacher's desk a half a painting hiding in the back of every basement our life's work and we'll never complete them not if we don't find the will because i've been searching not sure if i have the same resolve that I had to push forward just finish the things that we started (at all costs) make a go of it stop wishing it's a life built not dreamed there's a half a mountain of half ideas half a man so drop the anchor and hold onto your aspirations surely this false footing is to blame for every half finished work of art our own making