he will get tired

there are going to be days
when he will be unable
to sound inspired
at times he will get tired
his thoughts become more random
or appear together in tandem
around in circles for hours
he remembers towers
that once stood for something
reduced to a sort of nothing
one day is all it took
there in the morning
gone by afternoon
take a look
with a stray thought now
everything was made
different that day
somehow there are still
going to be days
he will not touch thoughts
days at a time
who has the hours needed
to construct a proper rhyme...