Have you been waiting,

Random thoughts of this I have seen.

So much things left to clean.

Have I noticed that I did see to fit it in to be seen.

What influnce to be of,

Have I not be inspired since the days of loft,

My muscles on this fingers bare soft.

Now the worth the wait;

to a single fate;

of the faith in the mighty ends of a pen,

has it gone missing?

Did it just worked somewhere else,

does it need and ink to see,

while my craft been deemed unworthy.

Somewhat yes,

I have been empty,

far too long.