I know that I should write tonight,
for it’s been a couple days.
I know I really should- alright?
But my brain, my hand obeys.
There are a million thoughts to think,
but I can’t find a one.
There are a zillion dreams to dream,
but sleep just will not come.
You’d think I could find a topic
with all I’ve seen and heard.
You’d think I could unlock it-
the box of captive words.
Oh sure, I’ve got my trusty pals-
the clouds, the stars, the moon.
Oh sure, there’s love and joy and pain-
but they’re exhausted, too!
Well, it seems new thoughts won’t visit me,
though I beg and plead and curse.
It seems old words just will not lend
themselves to any verse.
So I put my pencil down, my friends,
for writer’s block has won.
Yes, I put my pencil…oh, BUT WAIT!
Just look at what I’ve done…