Something

It's definitely... something.

I wish to write something
So I write the word
But although I write the word
Something doesn't come to mind
And what about a mind?
Where does it lead from?
Where does it go?
The inspirations I so hold close
Can it blossom into more and many more?
Or will I recede into a ball of indecision?
Wish I could will it into existence
A state of consistency
In which I may bring upon
Complete and utter persistency
To thrash against the walls of thoughts
Rooms to be occupied, distance me
From this feeling of helplessness
I'm just so familiar with

Author's Note

Review it. Because you know exactly what I mean.