the lines don't seem to come
the mind's an unholy mess
the crowd inside my head
only seems to grow
while i struggle in vain
waiting for the words to flow
perhaps i need some coffee
something to jumpstart the process
turn on a light bulb
that will make the idea glow
and i continue to struggle in vain
waiting for the words to flow
why is it so hard to think?
why is it so hard to share?
why does it seem so much easier
to leave it for the morrow?
damn! how i struggle in vain
waiting for the words to flow
staring at a blank page
grappling with drivel
unable to express anything
without sounding,oh so, shallow
ah, now i see why
it's all thanks to a noisy crow
cawing away
tirelessly
endlessly
noisily
enthusiastically
persistently
patiently
impatiently
jumpily
flightily
efficiently
on my living room window.
