How is it that it seems for some,
All the words just come with ease?
With what appears no forethought,
Would someone tell me please?

And even if  hastily written down,
They blend just as if all along,
They were seeking all this time,
For each other, to form a song?

Tis' true there have been times for me,
When the words would easily flow,
With very little effort on my part,
Where they came from..I don't know!

And times like those it seemed as if,
Every noise and sight evoked a rhyme,
And I couldn't wait not even a second,
To get them written down in time.

But lately all the words are forced,
And I hopelessly, blindly *****,
To find the words to make a poem,
And this ......was today's last hope.