I want to write but I don't know what,
so I go to Google to look up,
what ideas that I'd consider a must,
and it continues to be a bust,
so I just do what feels more comfortable,
and that's try to go with what I'm more knowledgeable,
but for some reason that's also not doing the trick,
and it's like my brain is sluggish with thoughts that are thick,
so I just write what ever comes to mind,
wondering if I'll ever find,
the inspiration I've been searching for,
but as I try to implore,
myself for some sort of sign,
some sort of trigger to get me by,
I'm just left staring at a blank page,
finding it hard to gauge,
if the problem is in myself,
or if it's because I've been unwell,
or I'm just running out of ideas it's too hard to tell,
so I try to sell,
myself on a new idea,
something I haven't considered as a part of my arena,
but that exploration may be for another tomorrow,
as it's hard to try and borrow,
thoughts that are too abstract,
and have I reached the bottom where all of my concepts are tapped?
Who knows but I'll keep pushing just in case,
because stopping now would be a mistake,
so I'll go at this again,
maybe sometime on the weekend,
because nothing's coming at this moment,
as sometimes I'm just my own worst opponent,
so I'll continue searching for that next moment of brilliance,
since sometimes I just need some distance,
to be able to continue without interference,
of my own worst enemy,
which can seem like a parody,
but it's just another case of myself overthinking,
so I'll continue later but for now I'll be leaving.