Uncreativity

Sitting in a room

Fingers atop the keyboard

Wishing for inspiration

Every thought a possibility

Every person a muse

Every idea not good enough

Each thought comes slower than the last

Dream journals cannot help

Neither can pages of notes

Uncreativity.

A sentiment so empty it was not given a feeling

A trait so vague it is hardly recognizable

A problem so prevelent it is rarely even seen

Tapping on the keys without producing words

Scanning through the mind without thinking thoughts

Searching through mountains of darkness for one light

One small gilmpse of innovation

One flicker of imagination

One small impulse to light the firework that can shatter the box surrounding an idea

The mind isn’t clouded or empty

It simply does not think the thoughts that are needed

It comes and it goes

Uncreativity.