“Especially when I have writers block, this statement holds true.

Writing poems is one of my few pass times,
and as such I take pride in my rhymes.

I’ve been practicing speaking in this lyrical form.
Centuries of practice has made this my norm.

While it comes with ease, I sometimes slip
particularly when I’m angry do my rhymes trip.”

“One particular dream shined above the rest.
No amount of effort could break it. What a pest.

So, like any sane spirit, I left it to drift,
left it to wander the big, empty rift.

The dream exists no more, never to be finished.
Whatever it was, my control over it was far diminished.”