I’m trying to write a poem
But nothing seems to come
Nothing seems to interest me
And nothing that interests some
Every time I write a line
It’s gone within a second
Cause I just can’t get a thought
This is harder than I reckoned
I mean I don’t declare myself a poet
It’s more a past time game
But even in this early hour
This hobby is getting lame
I’m going to go to sleep now
And dream some unique dreams
Maybe I’ll find some inspiration
Cause the dreamworld is strange it seems
Then tomorrow I’ll be ready
To jot down something nice
Something that touches the soul
Something with a bit of spice
I’m not expecting miracles
I’m not expecting big things
I’d just like to have an idea
So let’s see what the morning brings