Let's see, me trying to write this sonnet.

Nope, not going to happen, not at all,

Looking for inspiration on the wall.

I have written three lines! Nope, forget it.

This is going to make me throw a fit.

Think, think, think, think, you need to rise, not fall,

I could write about owls in the fall?

No, they are just on my Ipad to sit.

Maybe I could possibly write on love?

No, no, no, no, that is just too cliche.

I feel like I'm under a Renaissance.

Is it bad that I just want to give up?

I could totally write about ballet.

Enough! I'll just end with my reverence.