Stuck In The Past
-The Moon Howls At The Wolf-
A poem about future inspiration being trampled by past successes.
I wish to write but there is no paper.
I wish to sprawl out my name in curly letters
complete with hearts and smiley faces.
I wish to doodlein the margins
And space out in class dreaming the time away
And yet here I am stuck in group discussion
With no desks to deface
No new thoughts to conjure
Just the empty words of my predessecors to contemplate
And so I wish to dream, and there is no room for me here
In the land of the past