Good Old Battle

I woke up early today 

As lively as the morning ray

Pen and paper are sitting on the table 

Ready to witness poem, prose or fable 

The scenery outside my window 

Is so beautiful and inspiring, you know 

Ideas are popping one after another 

Yet my mind and heart are not together 

The mind wants me to simply write

The heart wants to take in all under the light

It wants to wait and feel

The peace, calmness, and stillness behind the window veil

Mind says, "No! It's a trap,

Just grab what you see, and make a wrap"

I believe my mind is righter

Yet heart's hold on my hand is tighter

I sit still listening to the clocks tick-tock

It's nothing, just the writer's block