Empty

Been looking for inspiration....
Cup on empty not pulling a damn thing from any situation...
Wish I could rewind
To a time
Where these thoughts would flow effortlessly from my mind..
Its like I'm on my fantasy island...
Straight wildin
Out....
Rhymes clouded with doubt
What's this about?
Used to write to the beat of my heart...
Just sit down and start
Spilling
A range of emotions and feelings
Whatever issues and dealings
I'm currently entrenched
Would leave em drenched
In a sea of similes and metaphors...
To the delight of you and yours
Never one with the pen and the pad
But sometimes I'm hella mad..
Cuz I jot down rhyme after rhyme
And seemingly time after time
I just throw it away...
Cuz it just didn't parlay
With the vision in my head..
Or the point I'm tryna spread...
Too late already cut the dreads...
If not I'd be pulling at my hair...
In spots wouldn't any be there...
New name would be Patches...no longer Migo...
Seems I've lost my flow...
So to the sidelines imma go....
So...save the 'say it aint so'
Not going anywhere...
Just gotta find it......
Get back with my main chick....
She be Poetry...
One Love