I have no inspiration
just don't know what to write
there isn't any poem
that wants to come out right
Yet I can not endure that
I have to hold a pen
and when it touches paper
it starts to flow again
just random thoughts and pictures
and words, all roaming free
I'm reaching out to grab them
but they keep escaping me
still, I have to go on writing
of the sea or of the shore
or shall I write about the woods
I don't know anymore
So I'll keep jotting words down
the ones that I can catch
and try to find a rythm
and hope the rhyme will match
and when the pen stops flowing
and the words all dissapear
I'm left with all this rambling
that I have shown you here