The page is empty; mind is blank
It’s time to write; but skill had sunk
I what to whine – It needs no effort
The work – it’s hard; I could do better
There is no magic; you just start
You sit and write; you create art
The art is lovely; that I know
Procrastination fighting tho
I could do better; and I will
Determination. And strong will
I close my eyes and drift away
I am the hunter; mood is prey
