It’s staring back at me, suspended.
I freeze, not sure how to proceed.
Distracted, I can’t help but feel offended –
The moment’s lost; I can’t regain my speed.
The thoughts, the memories, ideas, aspirations –
Again are buried somewhere deep inside.
If I believed in afterlife, then my damnation
Would be this endless roller coaster ride.
I’d feel alive, inspired and awaken,
Then gather all my tools and writing props,
To try and prove this theory mistaken –
Yet stare of blank canvas never stops.