I'm sorry for being so tired.
Sorry for being uninspired.
Sorry to not be motivated,
I simply feel inundated.
You have to see, please understand,
This is completely out of my hands,
Not enough time. Not enough rhyme,
Sometimes I just don't feel fine.
And what do I do with all of this writing?
Post it online, cause more fighting?
Will I be accepted? Be heard, my fear,
Am I dissed for being pagan or too queer?
There's too many dishes, too much mess,
All of this just adds to my stress.
So no more excuses. I know my place,
I take a deep breath. I wash my face,
Set my intentions, what I've been hoping,
And I crack my journal wide open...
