I Dont Know What To Write About Poem by Andesikuteb yamusa

With my hands itching so much,
And my mind being still open,
I wish I had something to write.
With my big mouth wide open,
And my lips being so wet,
I also wish I had something to say.

With this streets so open and the road so clear,
I wish I had somewhere to go.
Sit alone and chat with myself,
Tell me about myself,
And laugh about jokes that are not funny.
If only I had what to write, say or where to go.
I won't be this bored.