
The magic of storytelling I well understand
I’m waiting for God’s mysterious hand
To work wonders on my imagination in such a way
That I can pen a groundbreaking story one day
Everyone has a story, so I am told
Random ideas in my head I hope would unfold
And reorganize in to a story compelling and coherent
That spellbinds readers, a whole new perspective presents..
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The characters I conjure in my mind
Are as fickle as my thoughts, I find
Never staying with me long enough
To be able to create even a draft rough..
Ideas come to me in a drowsy state
To disappear next morning, leaving a blank slate..
What should I write about, is another conundrum
I am knowledgeable only in fields some
An unremarkable life I lead
Nothing to write about indeed..
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They say when an idea comes to you
Jot it down somewhere, any medium would do
But ideas come to me at times most inconvenient
I can rarely write them down, that’s my predicament..
Thus I have a laundry list of excuses as you see
To explain why I have not penned my masterpiece for posterity..
The writers and the poets….two things I will never be.
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