Being inspired to do something
But not being able to do anything.
I pick up a paint brush
Look at the blank canvas
And I give up
I pick up a pencil
Put it to paper
And all that comes out of the graphite
Are squiggles and lines.
A mess on the paper.
I sit at my piano!
And cry onto the keys!
Playing the only thing I know
Until my nails break,
Or until the keys crack.
I put on my jazz shoes
Stand in the dance studio
I grab the dance bar
And I stand there
Thinking of what moves to do.
I think of drawing, or dancing
Loosing weight, or running.
Do I code or write music?
Do I act or wrote a script?
Play guitar or piano.
Do I do?
Or do I do, and end up failing?
I have all this inspiration
And no where for it to go.
It will end in disaster if I tried.
