The author took a break
To search for more ideas to take
But something came in an unexpected way
That changed the way he can relate

The author again, paused
Rereads again, the drafted poem
Did his break take very long?
For he can't seem to grasp the point

Was it him who wrote that?
He asked himself as he stress-fully sat
He confirmed it was indeed him but,
He fully understood, but now he can't

He thinks hard, really hard
On the wooden table in front
He hits his head with a bang
Then eureka! How can he forgot?

There it was on the tip of his tongue
It was hiding, but it was never gone
He stood up lazily upon a call from someone
Maybe the drafted poem should remain drafted for it to be done