There is nothing to write about
Oh but look! The sun is out!
But again that's so dull,
Maybe I'll write about a bull?
No no no, no one does that
Oh yeah I used to have hat
It was a wonderful olive green
I loved it when I was a teen!
But those bygone days won't return;
some of it's memories need to burn,
Though it used to be sweet
It was gone in one heartbeat.
So there's nothing to write about
And so every word is filled with doubt
Maybe I'll have something tonight
Or tomorrow, about a flight:

A one with birds
Amidst the skies
Amidst the clouds
Over the mountains
Over the shores
Atop the houses
Atop the hills
One with peace
One with war
My poems will take you afar :)