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