So weary of work

Yet still I boldy go forth

Inputting numbers and descriptions

Which mostly make no sense

Disruptions and distractions

Abruptly halt my progress

Feeling like I'm swamped

Stuck climbing a never-ending stack of paperwork

All this paper surrounding me, and I cannot be creative

Sometimes stifling creativity is a good thing

Haven't written in so long

And I'm watching the words pour forth

From my frantic fingers

Finally- able to write...