What shall I write,
I think casually,
On cool Friday evening,
With my eyes open wide,
Staring at empty post,
Blank and bright.
What shall I write,
I ponder and wonder,
While rejecting the ideas,
Wandering in my mind.
What shall I write,
A poem or short tale,
That makes one smile,
After coming from tiring day.
What shall I write,
To satisfy my creative cravings,
And love for written art,
On this lazy Friday evening.
What shall I write,
Is puzzle on my mind,
Unsolved and untouched,
Like a hidden treasure.
What shall I write,
I think restlessly,
While time flies by,
And my hubby arrives,
Hungry for dinner,
That I am yet to cook.
