I have toiled in the sun and snow,
To earn a paycheck and some dough.
With nothing to write about I offer you this:
My dog is currently growling and groaning over imaginary foes outside.
When I have nothing to write
I think about the darkness and the light.
The people that I’ve known,
And the ways in which I’ve grown.
The moments that I’ve shared,
And the people whom have cared.
When I have nothing to say,
I think about today.
The time that has been spent,
The thoughts my soul has sent.
When my mind begins to roam,
I’ll sit down and write a poem.
Now I’ve something to write,
And the darkness becomes light.
When we encounter the self-righteous
It is best not to make a big fuss
They thrive on the speck in an eye
And would rather see people die
Than view their own eye filled with pus.