Writers block

A wall in my mind has caused me to stop

My heart started to drop

What happened to me

I used to be at the top

Now I'm just a dull, average flop

Is this my destiny

A permanent curse

I'm trying desperately

For my voice to be heard

What happened to my creativity

Is it gone eternally

My scheme I choose with selectivity

I try to find more adversity

Maybe I act too huriedly

Am I the cause of my downfall

This is what had worried me

As a writer I got lost in a bottle

Used to give my brain forotten throttle

Finally I can give my canvas new mottle

Inspired I am but I'm no aristotle

The art is to find your drive

The pool of reason to dive

But when you're done searching

You'll see solutions perching

The true answer is divine

I wander this pile of dirt

And ponder my trials of worth

I scan all my visions

And my past decisions

I've squandered my miles on earth

What is my purpose

What is my meaning

What is to quench my hunger and needing

I walk down the path

Where is it leading

Am I the captain

Do I just follow

Am I being read or am I the one reading

This rock that I stroll can be so devieving

My time here is limited

It's something I treasure

We are still primitive

Knowledge can't be measured

I travel to learn

Understanding I yearn

I look for truth

Not trivial pleasure

I guess I'm to be

The best that I can

I'm beginning to see

I'm to make my own plan

To follow myself

Not to follow the clan

My own notion is where I'm to stand