I've been wasting my time,

I don't have anything to do,

I don't have anything to write about,

So I have to go so far as to force myself do so,

It's certainly weird.

But just by this happening I know I'm like any other writer...

At least that's what I hope.



I know indeed it's not writer's block,

It's inspiration block.

I know what I need for myself,

I need to let my mind run it's own track,

And let my soul do what it wants,

She hasn't been talking much,

She must be bored from life right now,

I don't really blame her,

Because I know that my life is pretty boring,

But I won't let it get in my way.

Not at all.



For now,

I'm letting my mind, soul, and heart,

Run it's own track