My Writing Process
Waiting, waiting, waiting
For an idea to find
Searching, searching, searching
But nothing comes to mind
Tapping, tapping, tapping
My fingers on the desk
Finally writing, writing, writing
But maybe that’s too grotesque
Deleting, deleting, deleting
Now I’m back to square one
Blinking, blinking, blinking,
The cursor wants some fun
Ticking, ticking, ticking
That’s all the clock can do
Wishing, wishing, wishing
This would all be through
Thinking, thinking, thinking
That I should just give up
Closing, closing, closing
I’ve had enough
For an idea to find
Searching, searching, searching
But nothing comes to mind
Tapping, tapping, tapping
My fingers on the desk
Finally writing, writing, writing
But maybe that’s too grotesque
Deleting, deleting, deleting
Now I’m back to square one
Blinking, blinking, blinking,
The cursor wants some fun
Ticking, ticking, ticking
That’s all the clock can do
Wishing, wishing, wishing
This would all be through
Thinking, thinking, thinking
That I should just give up
Closing, closing, closing
I’ve had enough