Vicious Cycle

I'm stuck... on this bump in the road.
and i begin to think.... endlessly.
i cant stop. why life? why humans?
where does it all end? why did it even begin?
i don't think my thoughts are smart enough to be heard.
but i can't cage them, they'd explode inside.
and then catch an infection.. which isn't good.
so how did i end up here? maybe i didn't.
but who am i to say anything?
i have no powers, i have no powers.
im not a great being, im not god.
i lose focus so easily its not even funny... and this is horrible.
i want to touch a whale...
but i'd be scared... because they're so big...
what if it ate me? nah, i'd get in my car and drive off full speed.
but theres no point in that. i mean ill eventually run out of gas.
why is it so expensive? it makes me feel poor...
and even if i was, i'd hate for it to be rubbed in my face constantly.
i would make an awesome homeless person.
i think... well maybe... if i could survive...
okay... so this is my first post...
and i think im getting writers block....
its kinda like... that feeling...
I'm stuck... on this bump in the road.

One of my stories from Writer's Club (last week)...

"Tell me a story."
"Child, I'm too tired."
"Tell me a story!"
"Child, I have nothing to say."
"Please, please tell me a story."
"The birds and the bees, child, the birds and the bees."
"What about them?"
"They are a marvelous thing. They both fly through the air; free as can be."
Then his grandmother descended into the stiff mattress, sheets and pillow as she passed to the other side...of the wall. Where the secret meeting of prankster grandparents awaited. Forever loving the pranks and jokes they play on their unsuspecting devil-grandchildren that need to be taught a lesson because their spoiled ways were slowly corrupting the pirkle-lighted diminishing world.
The world of no creativity and unsurpassed frenemies of the disruptive political scandalous leaders wherein death happens all too often.
The prankster grandparents sat back and enjoyed the view...