I.O.U. One Brilliant Thought

I need to say something
I don't even know what it is!
And the more I stare at the paper
the more ways my brain invents
to be squeezed through a pen
like i was a giant sponge
waiting to rain.
i could tell you thing thing,
it's brilliant (or at least, I'll try to make it seem, with fancy verses and quotes from musty books I haven't actually read)
and it's important (or at least, I could pretend, by writing it in a poem or facebook status) and it's special (or I hope you'd think it was, and I'd try really hard to make it seem it).
But I don't think I will.
I'll keep it to myself. I won't call it art or inspiration or revelation.
I won't call it anything.
I'll hold it tight to my chest and let it hum to me all day.
Sorry. I owe you for this one.