Writer's Block

I’m sitting at my computer, waiting for inspiration. You know, that magical moment when poetic words arrive. And the concept, meaning, and words just flow. I’m waiting and waiting and nothing…. It is a Christmas Day tragedy No presents arrive for me. Only the cold black piece of mental coal… If only I were more patient I might have something important to say. It is annoying to bring lovely lyrics to life Then find no one home. When my thoughts are blank And I just cannot make anything fit. Santa please bring me words of wisdom today. My thoughts are encumbered, And my music has stopped.