Writers Block

With pad and pen I'm prepared to write Empty thoughts again Don't feel right But pursue I will And fill this pad Like Shakespeare's quill With tales of the lads But the more I strain To find the words My head starts to pain Thoughts are not heard A world full of theme's To get inspired Maybe my dreams From when I'm tired As I look down My hand starts to shake A picture of a crown From squiggles I make Is that a sign? From my thought science Just write a line See if it makes sense Time is ticking fast With no progress Maybe a title or cast To get me through this mess Should I give it a while No need for pace With a disappointed smile I'll watch this space You cannot force it Again and again Like a tight corset So put down the pen