the wall.

writers block. (taken from my old account)

I sit there at my desk,
for now all is well.
Soon enough here it is
and my brain begins to swell
I pace and I pace, I pace
until my legs stiffen.
Still nothing.

I confide in the outdoors
begging for inspiration.
The flowers, the air ,the trees,
the earth, the people, the bees.
Still nothing.

I decide to sleep, I close my eyes.
Still nothing.