emptiness of the head
nothing to do, except lie around and act dead
no speaking
no moving
no sign of life
creation has deserted me
all empty in my head
I can think of nothing to amuse me
so I sit here writing
hating the bordom that I feel
but then I realize
I can't feel
what moves me to write
I don't understand
and then
I stop writing
with the pen in my hand
my bordom is gone
and I can feel once again
nothing to do, except lie around and act dead
no speaking
no moving
no sign of life
creation has deserted me
all empty in my head
I can think of nothing to amuse me
so I sit here writing
hating the bordom that I feel
but then I realize
I can't feel
what moves me to write
I don't understand
and then
I stop writing
with the pen in my hand
my bordom is gone
and I can feel once again
