It’s one thing to lack motivation when
There are a dozen things you’d rather do,
Like listen to beloved comedians
Pretend to fly a man to Timbuktu.
It’s quite another when you’d rather write
The thoughts to form the basis of a story
And not the piece that must be done tonight,
As it occurs in mental territory-
Ideas, like rabbits, tend to reproduce
When shielded from the crush of worldly stresses,
Yet their abundant presence can’t reduce
Anxieties that spring from their excesses.
Wild fancies sparked from works of great renown-
If only I had time to write them down!