Tuesday, May 8, 2012

I Still Don't Know It

I feel inspired to write
But I do not know what
So I will remain quiet
And just sit on my butt

The feeling is familiar
And I usually just ramble
But a poem is different
I'm taking a gamble

I'm choosing to fly
By the seat of my pants
And hope that the words
Come out and they dance

I've got the flow down
But the substance is weak
The mountain I wanna climb
Is a very distant peak

There's still no direction
There's no end in sight
So I'll stop being stubborn
And just give up the fight

I'll remain on my butt
And check what I've said
And now that feeling to write
Is freed from my head

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