What Shall I Write

The day is done in oblivion The sun is now tucked in his bed I sit here on my desk preplexed And the moon lamp shines over my head What is it I should write about I cannot seem to think A long lost love Or the clouds above Or my friend's lovely rings? Asked the moon what I should do But he doesn't seem to know And as for the stars, They seem so far Busy in their gossip and glow I thought I'd write of existential things But you need a mood for that And I've written enough of the songs of spring, of memories and lilacs. The clock now seems to tick away The time goes speeding by I shall now write another day And try and try and try!