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