Intuition

A screen demanding input My fingers over keys My mind a blank canvas Mocking, taunting me I wonder what has happened For nothing comes to mind Maybe it's the curse Of the mystery we call time I sigh and give a tap A letter on the screen Then another, and another As I slowly unfurl my wings Inner gears working madly The world, I tune it out I close my eyes briefly As my fingers dance about I imagine it in my brain A slash and then a stroke A once blank and dull canvas It with my touch awoke And as I paint it in my mind I give a final tap I shut my laptop with a smile Declaring "It's a wrap".