Sweet, sweet cupcake.
Pouring the white over the black.
Cherish me as I grab my pen.
Making a poem inside my tent.

Sky, clouds, grass, trees.
Ice cream, cupcakes, candies.
So much inspiration.
Yet so little attractions.

I crawl with my book as I ponder.
I bite my pen as I wonder.
My mind is inside a little maze.
What should I write about today?