two thousand thirteen, get in here

two thousand thirteen,

i'm not feeling you
and january, 
you and i 
always struggle.
i guess i am a slow starter.
i've always struggled to create on demand.
inspiration needs to strike,
for me to move.
sure, i know how to lay the foundation
create the space
invite her in.
i gather images 
channel the look
play the soundtrack.
these things usually do it.
but like all things in life, 
it's unpredictable.
two thousand thirteen, 
my door is open,
i'm waiting.