I parody not, no songs inspire,
my mind's in mire
No start, no ending,
dead mouse on the stand,
nothing at hand

Thought about it, decided not to
Where's the law that says I've got to?
Let your thoughts retreive the words from your own mind..
There's no Great God of insistence
It's my time if I choose to waste it
No rules limit conditions..

Sure, the migraine will pass
Find another easy target
In humanities, the mass
Someone else, someone else
If pain has eyes, let it see
I am wordless and unspoken
Concentration, now is broken
No turn of phrase or pun begins
So, this remains..
..Unwritten

It's intermission,
off day, no tries..
No great beacon shines
I may go fishin'
Perhaps bake some pies..or just relax a day

Stare now,
At the blank page before you
Maybe something will appear here,
Let your thoughts imagine words that you can not find

There's a parody in the distance
No computer keys have encased it
Not yet, someone's ambitions..

Flying free like a dove
Riding breezes, waiting for you
Hear it whisper, let me in..
In due time, in due time
There's no creation for now
The rhyme machine is down and broken
Moratorium for jokin'
Tomorrow's soon enough for spins
Lines, today, shall stay Unwritten
Lines, today, shall stay Unwritten

Unwritten..