Setting Words Free

Days slither past, blurred and confused—
Snakes mocking my inability to utilize them.
I find myself overwhelmed by everything I want to do—
February is such a dreadfully short month!
My wheels spin haplessly
I lose myself in smoke and mirrors
Unable to focus on anything
Other than scribbling about music,
And even then I'm barely keeping up
With daily obligations.
Is it monkey brain? Escapism?
Lack of resources? Lack of inspiration?
Or sheer winter exhaustion and burnout?
Words trapped inside
Tumbling wildly, inaccessible,
Scattered, disorganized, subliminal.
Just when I begin considering which projects to give up on
A dose of inspiration strikes:
They chose a favorite song,
A challenge to write something for it,
With no pressure and a nice reward.
Finally, words are set free,
Flowing fast and carelessly.
I'm enjoying myself, writing a goofy little story
Inspired by an artist's enthusiastic optimism.
Now, the path ahead
Doesn't look so dreadful.
I know I'm capable of reaching my goals
Unlocking the cages of my mind
To reach freedom of writing
Without hesitation or restraint.

31 lines, 176 words, free verse.
Written for "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" 
Prompt: "freedom to write."