Writer's Block

I wanted to start a novel todayThat's been rolling round my mindI wanted to start a while agoBut I never seem to find the timeMy little brother's done itHis comes out next yearBut maybe I don't have it in me;The sum of all my fearsI wanted to start a novel todayA work of literature sublimeBut when I got down to itI just wrote this silly rhymeI know I'll write a page or twoI've tried this all beforeI'll read it back and think it's shitAnd throw it on the floorI feel I have a talentThat I'm letting go to wasteWith endless hours of procrastinationThen giving up in hasteBut maybe it's not for meAnd maybe that's okayAnd maybe when I'm fortyI'll get round to it somedayBecause what's the point in all of itIf no one ever reads meBecause my surname isn't KingAnd of course it never will beI want to start a novel todayAnd write just for myselfAnd if no one ever reads itIt can sit peacefully on my shelf