When my mind is open, the Muse throws to me.
If I'm in the right spot, then I'll probably see,
Put my hands up, and write it, and tuck it away,
and then I'm half-finished with making the play.
I still have to run with it, take it upfield,
See what my sweat mixed with brainstorms will yield.
Then I post it online, for the sake of my stalkers.
The metaphor says that I'm waiting for blockers.
If I'm in the right spot, then I'll probably see,
Put my hands up, and write it, and tuck it away,
and then I'm half-finished with making the play.
I still have to run with it, take it upfield,
See what my sweat mixed with brainstorms will yield.
Then I post it online, for the sake of my stalkers.
The metaphor says that I'm waiting for blockers.
The screen pass as a metaphor for the writing process.
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