You still have a spark 
The magic runs through your veins 
And your mind is always on fire 
Even when pen is not put to paper 

Bigger and better 
Brighter and higher 
Your still in the game 
Even when you're not playing 

Writers block is just a fancy word
For taking a break 
Not accepting anything less 
Than perfection 

But poetry is in your laugh 
It's the inside joke 
It's in the way you dream 
The fibres of your being