My Attempt at Writing a Villanelle

I have no idea what to write,
But Julie says I must.
I might just do it, I might.

The villanelle structure is too tight
And everyone looks smarter than me
...I have no idea what to write.

I'm feeling the flow, it's like a kite;
The wind is taking me higher
...I might just do it, I might.

I'm trying my best, it's making me fight.
The villanelle doesn't want to work.
...I have no idea what to write.

Now it's working, a beautiful sight;
The structure unfolds down the page
...I might just do it, I might.

And now like a blind one I see the light.
It's written; it's finished.
...I didn't know what to write
But I might write one again, I might.

The very first piece of work I wrote at Villiers Park.

By the way, the last line was an outright lie.