Why can I write?
What can I say?
What is it that stands in my way?
Today I connect in a stilted play
With the words that I see and I hear on this day
But still, I feel challenged
I dont know what to do
To address the things I need
To see the PhD through
But still I am sure that I need to be here
Not then, not there, but rather now and here
My ideas can connect in the way of a seed
It is not him or her or that that I need
Rather for me to engage
To be consistent with increasing speed
So these words that I type
Can be a trickle in scope
For something to achieve
A creative river of hope.