You never know when your inspiration will come,
And day or time,
And then, halfway through, your lost for words,
And don'tk now what to rhyme,
Then by the time your done,
You pick so many mistakes,
Some people don't realise,
How much effort it takes,
You want to say something,
But there seems no way to say it,
Your trying to fix so many things up,
Making all of the lines fit,
And it never seems that you're done,
There's a million more things left to say,
Wanting to use other words there,
But sometimes it's better left that way,
So it's simply writers block,
Something you can't say,
One day you'll write a fantastic poem,
Perfect in every way.
