As I stare at this empty page, my mind is in the void
Like this paper in front of me, it tells no tale
I think of ways to rhyme, perhaps this is not the time
There is no beauty in my words, i let my imagination be deployed
What i think is all in code, and my head is free to sail
These empty lines are plain and boring, and my thoughts should be soaring
Something happy or sad, maybe it can be good or bad
I can write about how i feel, or even what i want to do
How about something i did, or of the weather last fall
Ideas popping in and out, like atoms all about
I see now my head is full, looking back this page is too
I thought long and hard and in the end, i write about nothing at all
