What to do, what to do?
Should I sing? Or maybe write a poem or two.
Maybe something about a girl.
Or maybe something about our crazy world.
What about dogs and cats?
Oh, I can even write about the 9/11 attack!
But those dont seem to fit right,
It’s so hard to choose on what to write.
Is this what it means to have a blank mind?
Or am I just not using my time?
Why am I asking questions to myself?
Ugh, there I go again, I think I need some help.
Maybe I can write about how I’m bored,
Also it should deal with swords!
I love to hack and slash,
The sound of iron going clink and clash.
Like back in the day,
Where everything was okay!
Playing make believe,
but now we know, we have all been deceived.
About this thing we call life,
That is always full of strife.
It feels like everything looks bad,
This is making me kind of sad.
Ugh, I should go back to what I’m doing,
But I don’t have a clue and,
I’m really bored,
Oh, is that a sword!?

—Thomas James Written on August 18, 2011