Cognizant

Searching for inspiration

I can’t think I won’t try!

I have lost all my rhymes

Plagued by indecision

Stunted by incomprehensible thoughts

Broken and unused

Wheels grinding slowly

Creaking squeaking

If only I had muse

Then the words would flow with ease

Forgetting my insights of the day

Wallowing in my sedated mine

Inspiration I try to squeeze

Pop! S**t… to hard

All but a hope and dream

Creative thoughts are some times far too sly

Maybe if my cogs were clean

I would see I was not meant to walk but fly!