Pipedream

 

Half-baked lines

float around

I write one down

And blanks abound

 

A word stands out

I rush to make a verse

Stubbornly it resists

And, I take a recourse

 

Books and pens I buy

Dreaming a fresh start

But a few pages into

Nothing stands apart

 

I move my place

From work and home

Even a bookstore once

Thoughts continue to roam

 

Not a chance I have

To see through my dream

Of filling up my rhymes

In papers by the ream