There's a blank page in front of me.
How to transform that blank page?
I await wit and great insight.
Seconds speed by.
Minutes don't stop to ask why.
And after the hour has run its record-breaking marathon...
There's a blank page in front of me.
Through the maze of word searches
My cerebellum forsakes Zeus.
Seconds speed by.
Minutes don't stop to ask why.
And after the hour has run its record-breaking marathon...
There's a blank page in front of me.
Sad songs are the elixir
To unleash truth and glory in rhyme.
But alas! Seconds race by.
Minutes never stop to ask why.
And after the hour hurdled its share of Himalayas...
There's a blank page in front of me!
Visualizing genius!
Deepak Chopra just lost his job!
Sigh...
Seconds snooze.
Minutes pass gas.
And the hour? The hour sprinted all the way to Olympia several days ago.
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