Here again,
wanting so much to write another poem.
I seem to be in the middle of a strange little rut.
Plenty of ideas cross my mind to ramble on about,
but, no get up and go to write it all down.
Which idea should I start with?
A train ride to the city?
Finally quitting the cigarette?
Update of a poem written long ago?
The pesky cat at work?
The want of a day off from work?
Which one?
I go totally blank why I try to start one.
I've got plenty to write about.
Perhaps too much.
Too much to write about and no incentive.
Some motivation is needed here
to get me through this rut.
I'm not searching for something to write about
as much as I am
deciding on what to start off with
from my mass of ideas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem