Lacking Inspiration
I woke up this morning and knew what I'd do,
I'd write me a poem, or I'd maybe write two
So pen at the ready and coffee on tap,
I waited for something to fall in my lap.
I waited, I waited, and waited some more
I stared at the ceiling, I stared at the floor,
I stared at the window, I stared at the wall
but nothing inspired me, nothing at all.
I'm sure one day I'll be seeing the light,
my head will be oozing with things I can write
But today it appears that I'm losing my zest
and maybe for now I should give it a rest
and come back tomorrow, all raring to go
and write something special when I'm in full flow.
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