I sit here waiting to be inspired
Waiting for the hands of inevitability to strangle me
I sit here in wonder
Wondering were all my talent went
Like some lost toy that I’ve misplaced
It will turn up soon
Or maybe it’s like those socks you put in the dryer and never get back
Oh how I would kill to know where the socks go
I’d like to visit that place
I wish the words would just appear
Poof!
It’s magic
Alas I have no tricks up my sleeve
Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids
All I have is a blank sheet of paper and fingers itching to stretch
should pick up one of those finger stretcher strengthener things
that would keep me busy until I get my brain back
It must be with all those lost socks
It’s a pity
I rather enjoyed using it