My Problem Is.... Poem by Neil Gray

The problem is that
I'm lazy.

I'm not the kind of writer that
can sit in front of a blank screen
or a lifeless piece of paper
and force themselves
to be 'creative'.

In all honesty
I don't see the point.

I can go days,
hell,
I can go weeks without
saying a word.

After all
if you've got nothing to say
don't say anything.

But others tell me I'm undisciplined,
that I lack structure,
that I should spend time
honing my 'art'.

'Here, read my work,
you can see how I've progressed
day by day,
little by little.'

So page by page,
poem by poem,
I give them my time
and read what they have too say.

'Well, do you see? '

My problem is
I'm lazy.

But if I talk too little
then some people talk
far too much.