Work is due.
Muse and inspiration have taken a backseat to jaded rumination and faded imitation.
What do you do?
Sitting in the driver’s seat sending blank texts
Mind slipping at the wheel - I’m rolling in the deep.
I could have had it all?
Too bad, too busy diving.
Infinity pools of ideas inside me.
Writer’s block popping off - do the right thing.
Work slowly ticks me off - I’m not toeing the line see?
If only I could look back and see where the problem is.
Tick-tock clocking off - I’m running out of time.