Those words that come to me at night
have meaning to me.
Perhaps, if you like what I say,
the words will return.
Trying hard to write something new,
that will have meaning to all,
not just a few,
has become harder for me to do.
Some words are lame; simply text.
Nothing to say or do something next,
but stop writing. Write a long story,
hear some music, sing a song,
be inspired or upset about
something, old or new.
It really depends upon you.