I daydream for hours, in the futile hope that I would find
An idea that would in a Eureka moment come to my mind
An idea so compelling that it would motivate me to write
An entire manuscript without having to fight
The writer’s block which has thwarted my progress in the past
In its absence my motivation to complete my work would last
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Ideas float through my mind but do not take hold
In my imagination, they are not substantial enough to unfold
Into stories that I would be able to tell
I need an idea that casts on me a spell
So profound that under its influence I have no choice
But to write, to give the idea my own voice
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This is how my daydreams culminate
Not in a story but in a verse where I let my yearning dissipate..
Passion...unbridled 