My mind’s a storm of endless dreams,
But every story splits at seams.
Writer’s block, my endless fight,
I start, then stop, then lose the light.
Ideas swirl, a restless tide,
A hundred tales that won’t collide.
I leap from one, then drift away,
New sparks distract and lead astray.
Trapped inside this tangled mix,
A cycle that I can’t quite fix.