Over two months with not one thing to show
the paper is blank and the pen ready
the storm of writer's block falling as snow
the mind is willing and the hand steady
so why not jot a few lines and impose a poem?
i couldn't find the inspiration, couldn't find zeal
the laissez fair of not writing seems a sad omen
but something has changed now, it's all surreal
something has made my brain go on overdrive
my fingers emanate sparks igniting the fuel
some happening or thought i dare not override
my pen oozes inspirational and is all but a tool
