once upon a time
there was a girl

writing her journal

when growing up
she’ll be a writer

and until then she’s got to

live a little grow a little
and build a character

to have something to write about

when the time comes for
the masterpiece-in-waiting

ending up with an empty page
 
too much to say
no way to say

all been said and done by thousands 
in all those good old golden days

a writer's block

or perhaps 
just a constipation

she tries to ignore the burn
there’s nothing an antacid won’t fix?

she goes on busily buzzing
on this and that

being wise her choices rational 
making a perfect sense 

to someone she’s not that one

the years go by
the flame keeps burning

the heart maybe she asks herself

she's surely burned hers 
more than one would need

problem solved

the itch continues 
getting annoying

”who wouldn’t have
an itch in your place”

smiles a doctor when
asked for a quick relief

she gets an ointment
with a nasty smell

with a pill
with a nasty bill

and she gets it and
keeps on scratching 

frustration breeding an idea

a new career - why not the therapy

the Final Solution?
finally a solution
 
mental problems to be solved
anyone? anyone involved?

and she solves them like a pro
that's what she'll become

what a nice ring to it

nah! rather the ring!
and she gets it too

they live happily ever after 
until there comes a time when people 

have their inner and their outer lives
put out there for a world to see

social network they call it
something stuck she kept on resisting

she’s a private person
- and that is that

a tough cookie?
long gone baby long gone?

better dunked in a milk
but a lactose intolerant

recalling the childhood dream 
starts to practise one day a writer to be

a journal. a fiction. 
a non-fiction. a faction.

whatever man

she writes and starts and tries
always moaning never getting on with it

what's the point she asks
is there a point

should there be

- and her point?
yet unseen

the inner nagging still remains

like a lightning it just happens
just when giving up the hope

a journey with no destination
a cartoon cow was a hit-and-miss
 
the best of all the old methods
that's exactly what it is

welcome and join the joyride
she'll hope you'll enjoy the ride

if not liking the content
feel free and say bye-bye

hakuammu 2014