I keep writing because it’s what I do,
But lately, my words feel stale and blue.
No matter how much I try to create,
The cursor just blinks, my mind’s in a state.
The thought of giving up comes to mind,
But I know that I’ll leave my dreams behind.
So I take a deep breath and try again,
Hoping that inspiration will descend.
Block by block, I chip away,
Until creativity comes out to play.
Persistence pays off, it’s plain to see,
The words start to flow, and I set them free.