The thoughts in your mind,
Just wither away.
Like the sands on the beach,
They create a masterpiece.
...oh hell, who am I kidding?
Writers block isn't amazing.
It's a disaster.
Not only for the writer,
But for the work of art they're creating.
While yes, the words disappear from your mind;
They seem to come back to when you least expect it.
Who am I to say
Say that words are gone?
Gone and so I long
Long for the words to come back
Back to my mind so I don't slack
Slack on my work anymore
Anymore so I can work on folk lore
....yep...they're gone for now once again...
So who knows when
The words will return to my mind
So until then I'll return to the grind
That I call life