procrastination

Can it be true?
Does it happen to you?
The bug bites you so hard
It paralyses your hand

Songs play around all day
facts need an escape-way
fantasies soar and fly away
together they influence your mind's sway

Begging for the release
to pen your thoughts in peace
keep looking for a crevice
to store them up piece by piece

Is that someone I know
peering over my shoulders silent and slow
Will he let me grow?
Or has he no regard for my throw?

Do I write about honest things?
does it matter if i made up feelings?
as long as they emerge as imaginings
straight from my mind's doings

A bard's helpless mind at work
does it heed to the heart's quirk?
does creativity ever shirk
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