Fingers paused above the keyboard
My mind focused (but on another place)
Any second I'm going to make a start
Any second that inspiration will come
Maybe if I close my eyes and just type
My creative self might take over
Take my fingers where it wants them to go
Capturing the truth from the ether
I read a story about a guy once
He believed in the power of thought
He drove his car while blindfolded
Live on national TV, he hit a parked car
Think of something positive
Positive thought, that's the key
But in trying to remember the good times
I only ever remember the bad
Maybe the atmosphere's not right
Maybe I'm just too happy or not sad enough
Maybe today's a bad day
Maybe that's all I have left