I really wish that I could cheat,
But don't worry, I don't mean copy.
That would be lies and deceit,
But I really am getting sloppy.
I really wish that I could cheat,
Pull out the ideas from my brain,
As I stare at this blank sheet,
Loosen the tap and let words rain.
I seem to have lost my ability,
To write even a single sentence.
My words just don't have mobility,
Like they're not even in attendance.
I have ideas, but I just can't write,
The words don't form into sense.
They can't escape as my mind grows tight,
I'm beginning to feel quite dense.
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