Turned off the music
Tried to concentrate on my work
Before I lost my groove
A wall rose in front of my mind
With a stern permanence to it
Solid, impassable
The writers of old
Their determination flows through me
My lungs recite their eternal insight
Aloud
Oh wall, **** you; fall
Have you no purpose but to oppose those who want nothing more than to express, evoke and excite?
Fine then
I will go and become inspired, enlightened as it were
My half occupied note book and my almost eraser-less pencil
I will live, learn, remember, forget, move on, go back, get hurt and realize
Then I shall return
And give you a sermon of life, death and the balance of the universe
Along with the prolific beauty and devastation of the human soul
My chant shall bring you down
As it has before