Magenta Agenda
I try and try to read long poems
But then I find if it carries on
I daydream or lose focus
A.D.D. does hocus-pocus
I try and try to stick to a plan
But find myself wondering and
Traveling roads less than ideal
Who’s to know if it’s worth thrill
I try and try to use my muse
But in time I become her fool
For she leaves me in a block
My writing has been ruined stopped
You can tell this when you read
My words lack a certain quality
And it like a babbling baby blurts
Drooling in ink on paper as works
I suppose I still find peace
Even in mundane writing
I hope to write something great
To make a difference in a literary way
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