The glamour of the creative awaits me
Dazzling, bright and so vividly true
Words, sentences, metaphors are the key
Rummaging, the perfect word I pursue.
Forever they elude me mockingly
And sometimes they don’t suffice
And after an hour I sigh tiredly
Retreating to Tumblr, my supportive vice.
This is the curse of the writer
To imagine and never share
To pull all-nighter after all-nighter
Chasing universes that aren’t there.