Sitting in a swivel chair
Lights on
Fingers ready and itching for inspiration
To spring forth from these
Commonplace pale beige walls

The sound of some winged insect
Wildly flinging itself against the wall
An irritating and irrational
buzz buzz buzz

Muggy air leaks in
Through the open window
Parents' voice filter in as well
A soothing background

But one that can't block
The interminable
buzz buzz buzz
That gives you
The uncomfortable
Twitchy
Feeling
Of not being alone

Everything off balance
Music too loud
Skin too hot
The blank blank page
buzz buzz buzz

Just a young girl
With no real
Life experience
Just aspirations
That border on impossibility
Ready to defy gravity
But not sure how
Trapped in beige walls