Looking for inspiration but it's a dry well
Not an idea one, no ringing of the bell
I looked on the ground, I looked in the air
I just can't seem to find it anywhere
No ideas come to me as I sit and wait
I wish one would come before it's too late
I just feel like writing for me if you please
But nothing comes to me at all with ease
So I'm off my rocker looking to be inspired
If I wrote like this for pay I'd surely be fired
My life must be boring, humdrum and dry
For the life of me I just don't know why
So I thought I would write this dry little prose
Because it is better then playing with my toes
Senseless it is, that is oh so true
But it stops me from feeling oh so blue
I hope you got a chuckle out of this rhyme
Because I am rapidly running out of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem