Keep stalling
On scrawling down
Novel ideas
In my dreams,
Clearly seen
Do the plot-lines appear
To ensnare my subconsciousness
Slumbering phase
To awaken my procrastination
Malaise
Is it laziness
Dazed in a maze
Of my craziness
No
I just know
It will bore me
With lackluster prose
Without rhyme to find reason
To read it back after
I'd lose any inkling of muse
By the chapter
So always it seems to
Revert me to verse
To immerse me instead
In this poetry curse