I am walking
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.