Mind deepened as soon as I pick up the ink and scribble
Not knowing the next step to take but still directing a new scribble.

The block is now constant I really need to get the information out anyway
My readers already anxious waiting for the legendary poet to come deliver anyway.

Nobody realises that the mind is filled with different stumbling blocks that can *******
Matching the ideas together already but the outcome would make you *******.

A new direction is the only true essence of what am getting for myself
If you mind for a bite just tap in the story that I just told you about myself.