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