Instead

Staring at the page
Wondering what to write
There’s a million things on my mind
But none that give insight

Some days you just take them
Some days are stagnant
Some days there’s progress
Some days are fragments

Sometimes you only take a step
Sometimes you leap
Sometimes you back trek
Sometime you fall at your feet

When the week itself
Leaves you with nothing left
You stare at the page
Pound your head against your desk

But the journey isn’t straight
It can go up and down
Sometimes there’s sharp points
Sometimes you’re turned around

I’d say pace doesn’t matter
Progress isn’t the goal
What matters is the desire
How willing is your soul?

So on a day when the words
Won’t come out of your head
Remember you’re willing
It’s the effort that counts instead