Patience us a virtue,
But what if I can’t wait?
Motivation won’t strike
How much I surmise, an idea?
An idea is all I need
An idea to fill this page.
This page, blank, full of potential to grow
Yet my mind blank too,
Like the blank page I loathe
This page, I must fill
This page, I can’t loathe
But no matter how desperate
The desperate pen strokes
The pager it tears, it rips, it crumples
Til the page once more, is blank
I stumble.
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