On What I feel like.

I feel like being artsy, wordy, and creative.
I feel like making others hang on my every word.
I feel like doing something that nobody else can achieve.

But feeling like it isn't doing it.
I feel like writing an epic poem.
Or just a poem.
But what to write?

Sometimes my brain just lets me pile words together and it's not half bad.
This, however, is not one of those times.

It's hot and stuffy in here.
I'm sweaty and lethargic.
So what am I going to do?

Nothing good.
Waste of my last high school summer.