I contemplate an empty slate when new ideas titillate
intruding thoughts a boilerplate just how should I communicate?
When sometimes I can’t concentrate I take some time to isolate
I meditate and cantillate and still I discombobulate.
The brain cells I manipulate can find an answer much too late
I hesitate to absquatulate I take my pride and ambulate.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.