Unimaginative

For every word I can’t say,

I try to write it down,

but at the end of the day,

I know I’ll never find the words.

They jumble together,

like the sunset’s melting colors.

For every excuse I make,

I know what it’ll take.

Time.

However I’m impatient.

I wish the words would flow,

like a stream going into a river.

And for every thing I wish for,

I know I’ll be tired always,

hoping for words better than before.