Paused Perception

I am not in the mood to write
I am possessed of a notion to read
Adrift in waves of gripping prose
To creation aloft is our creed

Respective sequence of stories
Warn of risen inclination
Thus I am given to more empathy
Than those ranting of a generation

Emergence from passing pages
Reach out with canny mind
Joined by others of our ilk
Assessing trespassers by

I do not refuse to write
Nor do I lack inspiration
I am but weary of offering thought
When it is often lost in translation