Scribbles of thought
Persuaded by the pen
An empty page with a plot
Let the prose begin
Willpower versus fear
The wall draws near.
A block for the pen
Let the prose begin
On the tip of my tongue
Words will appear
They must be written down
The wall draws near
Persuaded by the pen
A race against guilt
I’ve got prose to write
Plots must be built
The wall draws near
Shut out and shut in
The wall is about
I sit within.
With Scribbles of thought
Persuaded by the pen
An empty page with a plot
Let the prose begin
Walls, as it seems.
Are only built from within.
