[dull boy]

I don't know if it's laziness or apathy, but there were times when I would spend an hour browsing the vocabulary in my memory for the perfect word. Or reworking the way a line was worded in order to fit a scheme. There was a net in the back of my head as I went through-out my day, scooping up concepts or phrases to be used later in a rhyme. Lately, I'll get an itch to write on a topic, but when I sit down to do it I find the task to be too challenging. I've forgotten the tricks and formulas that used to make punching out a verse as easy as breathing. That, and it just doesn't seem to matter much anymore. The rare moments when I do actually do something I deem worthy of posting, it's generally just rhyme schemes that I glue together with the semblance of meaning.

Thanks for sharing, asshole.