I am walking

and thinking

about what to write

so that I can cross the finishing line. 

 

I have to achieve my target 

by the end of the day.

If not those that are farther away

then those which are immediate.

 

But no idea seems to cross

through the arena of my mind. 

It seems that I am at a loss

of ideas of any kind.

 

I am observing things around me,

which seem to be arranged in a system, 

so that I can find something

but I can churn nothing out of them.