Lacking Inspiration

I woke up this morning and knew what I'd do, I'd write me a poem, or I'd maybe write two So pen at the ready and coffee on tap, I waited for something to fall in my lap. I waited, I waited, and waited some more I stared at the ceiling, I stared at the floor, I stared at the window, I stared at the wall but nothing inspired me, nothing at all. I'm sure one day I'll be seeing the light, my head will be oozing with things I can write But today it appears that I'm losing my zest and maybe for now I should give it a rest and come back tomorrow, all raring to go and write something special when I'm in full flow.