My mind is going through turbulent times
I just can’t seem to come up with no rhymes
Ideas have deserted me
No clear path do I see
My thoughts seem to stink
Nothing interesting can i think
Words refuse to flow
This mental block just doesn’t seem to go
Day by day
The clock keeps ticking away
And yet I’m still looking for the perfect rhyme
Or is there really any such thing???
And if there is,then that rare gem to me…would you please bring???
Perhaps I’m just waiting for my muse
Who can re-ignite my brain’s blown-up fuse
‘Coz as of now I **** confused
What to write
What to discard
****!!!...honestly writing never seemed this hard