I wreck my brain

Trying to find a new solution

For my dire straits

Muddled in murky waters.


If creativity were a potion

To be taken on demand

I wouldn’t mope around now

But swim in seas of joy.


If I were in love unluckily

Maybe I’d raise lines for children,

Bred fertily in my heart’s misery —

But that’s the inspiration of by-gone days.