I was going to write tonight but it's getting late so I might wait
and write tomorrow,
aha and tomorrow never comes, isn't that what they say?
I think therefore I might write today.

Of what? who knows, I'll just put the pen to the paper and see how it goes,

nothing comes to or springs from my mind and I am resigned to watching the night go through its death throes until the morning shows me what I must do.

This isn't writing; it's just me muttering my words out loud, trying to shut out the sound of the screaming ink. Sometimes, I think, but mostly, I don't, and that's something else that won't get me a gold medal.