WRITERS BLOCK

Give me paper and a pen

Sometimes words are hard to find

But I have a need to write again

So I’ll write whatever comes to mind

Although I look through puzzled eyes

I can still see the world around me

And then I listen to people’s lies

They always seem to surround me

Like a mouse inside a maze

I seem to be a little confused

I know it’s not just a phase

It’s people keeping me amused

There are so many things to write about

Though I can’t narrow it to just one

But when the thoughts start to sprout

Things turn smooth and the writings begun

Nothing is ever what it seems to be

Nor can anyone be whom they’d like

So in the world that I can see

It’s always work and it’s always strife

So as thoughts come to an end

And I set down my pen and paper

I can put my mind to rest again

At least until the next writing caper