Block

Where is there to go when you've nothing to say
Tradition followed leaves minds wordless
Eventually blank and terrorized by this disease
But it won't stop me, so I'll write about it

Exhaustion laughable since youth is surrounded
With colours and pictures and the like bursting
Stimulation is as easy to find as is your own hands
This is how kreation is komplete

Focus is sole when body and mind are whole
So show me how easy it is, when it really is
You make this a respiratory plight
This is nothing out of shape and time

Verdana and Trebuchet are everything to use
Eleven to twelve is as loving as you make
When the world of poetry is in your dry, once runny hands
What is there not to sing your letters of