I now know how Ginsberg and Thomas Felt Half of the Time

To have the desire to sing a beautiful song,
But not be able to find one’s voice is an agony
I have felt many a time, and I am in that same funk as I sit
Here, scribbling in my notes.
The beautiful poetry is deep within my soul,
But my constipated brain cannot find the right
Path to send the lyrics to my hands an let this
Music that burns inside me out on paper.

I have tried and tried and tried again
To free myself of this-
I feel as if I have a poem in me,
But all that comes is random nonsense.