I am sleepy

I am bored

I am preoccupied

And so very lazy

I like to think

I don’t know why

I am a good blogger

Yet I hate blogging

So many expectations

Too little time

Time constraint

Of a lethargic insomniac

I like to type

More than writing

The art of handwriting

Lost to the Net

Friends in my space

Few give good blogs

I wish to read all

If only I have time

I had three blogs

This is my fourth

Improving I hope

As the last ones were clogged

Damn the blogger’s block

But not anymore

Philosophical thinker

Peculiar intellectual

Aspiring poet

Novelist to-be

Creative writing

Is full of crap

Told you why I like it

Still you love to read it