Ants

If I can't put a pen to paper, what good am I? The calendar says April, but it's May June and July And I'm Trying Drawn towards a full moon in December What were we like in October or November? And I'm Trying I guess that everybody is We get up and we go to bed Windows open, world feels big (I feel the breeze around my skin pulling me from the mood I'm in) But all the ants keep crawling in (Searching for sugar in the brick, sharpening mandibles to pinch) Shut them out, the air grows thin (I need to get out of this room. I need the space to follow through) If I can't put a pen to paper, what good am I? The calendar says April, but it's May June and July And I'm Trying I guess that everybody is