Plan, Structure, Act

Pen set on paper,
I stared outside the window
After pressing 'Ctrl + A, delete'
for the nth time, today

Didn't I say, I wanted to write?
No, didn't I think of writing?
Wait, I know now -
'Autonomy' was my title.

Forcing this steering wheel to take
the left exit was impossible;
the engine stopped, the wheels blocked
- it just wouldn't move -

A writer wanders wild,
lost in imagination, without inspiration
no direction to follow;
Though many 
ideas may flow in the mind.

With no audience, in mind
no purpose, no structure,
the steering wheel simply won't move 
There's got to be a plan,
Inspiration to bring enthusiasm, 
and feed the spirit with enough passion
to be patient, till the work is perfect.

Wait, what if this is more than 
just writing about writing? 
What if this whole song is 
a metaphor? 
Figure how so often you
have turned around the same roundabout,
It would have been more clearer 
which direction to take
if before you left the house
there was a definite plan,
Plan, structure, act.