Blank
I have a blank white sheet
On which to write my thoughts.
But it glares right back at me,
And ideas I have naught!
I sit at my computer
And look around the room.
My brain is just as empty
As if I’d swept it with a broom!
At last I just start typing
Whatever comes to mind.
Be it letters or just nonsense,
Perhaps a thought I’ll find!
The jottings make no sense;
I’m completely at a loss!
This is just a waste of time,
And this effort I should toss!
However, just as suddenly
I find ideas flowing
From fingertips to keyboard –
I don’t know where it’s going!
A feeling of direction comes.
Inspiration’s leading me
To a place I’d not expected!
At last my words run free!
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