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..
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..
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..