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