You can’t wait for the perfect space

You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

I’m writing in an airport

Waiting for a flight.

Tapping as per usual

On my trusty phone.

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More often I‘ll blog from my bed

Or soon as I am up

Anywhere there‘s time and space

And I won’t be disturbed.

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If I wait for inspiration

It’s likely I‘ll not write

I knock stuff out quite quickly

And hope it is alright.

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So waiting for the perfect space

Just wouldn’t work for me.

Sitting in the perfect place

No creativity.

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So all you get‘s this silly verse

My novel‘s still unwritten.

The only time my words spill out

Is when they are unbidden.

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I used to want the perfect desk

A perfect book filled room

The very best equipment

For jotting ideas down.

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You can’t wait for the perfect place

It never will quite come

And if it does well writer‘s block

Could be the sad outcome.

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You’ll still stare at an empty screen

Despite your working place

So never mind the perfect time

Just get those ideas down.