Watching the cursor blink
My mind isn't working
I just can't think
I need a muse
Something to break these chains
Something that cannot lose
These pages will not write themselves
Searching for any idea
Maybe something decent is on the shelves
It wouldn't be hard
The pay would be great
Better than a bard
Learned to tame the track
I'd win for sure
And never look back
Even a miner
Dig the ore
None any finer
So I'll just stare at this page
Hoping to finish
Before dying of old age
