I have been dumb,
And have gotten numb.
Call it a broken crumb,
Or may be a silent rumb.
The words that wish to come,
But my laziness keeps them from come,
I wish to write,
But got no might.
I know I can make it nice,
In a matter of time like a slice.
I know it tingles,
When I write sweet lil jingles.
But I can't for the love of god,
Understand why has it to be so odd.
Why does it need to be so cold,
Whenever I wish to be bold.
I don't know what I mean,
I wish that I did learn to mean.
I wish to make the figments fly,
I just don't know why time doesn't go by.