I meant to just write nonsense yesterday
So today I'll try again to write some
But wait, what shall I do? I'm on my way
It's now too late, I've already begun
Will those nonsense sonnets ever again
Sprout from my brain to fingers and to screen?
Or is it the case that my virtual pen
Refuses to obey this human being?
Can mind and body ever be a team?
Is it that I’m weak-willed, opting to stay
In the realm of sense, trying to conform
As much chance of that as becoming queen
Well, they say tomorrow's another day
Either that's obvious or it never comes...
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