I seem to find myself mentally tired
My thoughts seems devoid of an idea
As nothing of worth seems to come to mind.
It is as if my well is now empty
Leaving the page blank of what I would write
Without a good source of inspiration
Unpredictable is inspiration
Striking most often when I am tired
And still like a man possessed I must write
So that I do not lose the idea
By waking up with a head now empty
With all the words having then slipped the mind
Now she always seems to be on my mind
Providing a source of inspiration
Seeing that my mind is never empty
With romantic dreams when I am tired
Being the clay to form my idea
Shaped to a thing of beauty next I write
Still it seems I must push myself to write
When smut and horror are not on the mind
Even Mary jane lacks an idea
When I becken her for inspiration
The situation often leaves me tired
Just as much as it makes me feel empty
A sad poem about feeling empty
Those are the hardest ones for me to write
Some making me emotionally tired
With the great strain they can put on the mind.
The sweet turns to sour in inspiration
Blessing my writing with the idea
Tapping a pencil for an idea
The coffee cup like my brain is empty
Sadly I can't brew any inspiration
Nor will the bird outside the window write
Best I guess for me to just rest my mind
Save myself from needlessly being tired
