they can't all be winners

sometimes

the words come out in torrents.

the ideas

flow.

there's a light and dark

freshness

to it all,

there's a moral

to the story,

it's whole with

a beginning, middle

and end,

while other times

it's a slow

drizzle of

oft repeated thoughts

typed out

without much

effort,

though dry and barren

once again.