amusements of the mind

wizarding alone,
with the screen in front,
with the poems in mind,
the weird hebrew,
that i am supposed to write,
comes and goes.
it seems like a hoax,
a funny ballad of woes,
a strange group of words,
that hang from the top.
and i wish it would stop.
but, i wish that i wont
at the same time.
so i say "dont",
and the rest still hovers.
i look for covers.
in vain my search goes.
as i began,
i still stand on my toes!