Inspiration seems to be hard to come by
I am writing because I have a need
My well has run dry
This machine needs some thing as feed

My brain has shut down
It has nothing any more
But I hope with the sun down
I will be free to explore
Or maybe nothing els
I will just rhyme words with them self

If I have nothing to say
Then why am I still writing
Am I just gambling away?
Hoping I will magically be struck by lighting
And have some thing exciting to say

Its a fat chance
Maybe slim to non
Maybe I am just in a trance
Or using this a practice or maybe I am just not done

Why am I still writing
If its not going to be any good
Maybe I shouldn't care what people think and stop all this fighting
Maybe I do it because I like it and not because I should

Even Though I am writing out what ever comes out of my head
And I don't know what for
I feel like I should keep on moving ahead
And keep on writing more

I am starting to feel loose
And no longer feeling solemn
I am starting to feel like this is having some use
And is starting to solve my problem

Maybe I am just sharpening up my mind
Or helping my self unwind
Or maybe I am just putting my emotions on the page
And getting rid of my rage

But I feel like writing was worth my time
Letting out my thoughts in rhyme
I should do things for the love of the art
And not worry about if I sound smart