I’m trying to write a poem But nothing seems to come Nothing seems to interest me And nothing that interests some Every time I write a line It’s gone within a second Cause I just can’t get a thought This is harder than I reckoned I mean I don’t declare myself a poet It’s more a past time game But even in this early hour This hobby is getting lame I’m going to go to sleep now And dream some unique dreams Maybe I’ll find some inspiration Cause the dreamworld is strange it seems Then tomorrow I’ll be ready To jot down something nice Something that touches the soul Something with a bit of spice I’m not expecting miracles I’m not expecting big things I’d just like to have an idea So let’s see what the morning brings