Dredg

I can't even concentrate on this,
It's over thought, anticipated,
The pen ink is running dry,
It's been thrown to paper and wasted,
Creativity has been blocked and over tasted,
Maybe in time, I'll appreciate it
Hold on, hold on, we'll be with you soon
These papers are stuck in this book,
'till they're torn out and pasted,
to inside of my memory,
where I can later look and see them in a new gallery,