I started a blog which started a whole lot of reading
But I didn’t cease, oh no — there’s work cut out for me, I know

I started to write; decided to use a pseudonym
For if I’m out of line — that was him, wasn’t me

I looked for a sign, drawing a blank in the mind’s eye
And I felt out of touch, cracking my head for words to be said

Till I finally typed; resorted to do curating
O-oh I do insist that this work’s not from me

I looked for a sign, drawing a blank in the mind’s eye
And I felt out of touch, cracking my head for words to be said

Now I’ve finally felt what really it takes to be writing
Oh my thought’s been on freeze: dreaded block writers fe-ar, no?
With the words that I se-e-k
Oh, oh, oh, I’ll let them speak