I'm counting the minutes until an hour has passed
Waiting for something to happen
Looking for inspiration but getting nothing
Going nowhere
I look at the empty paper
Hoping the words will come onto the page
But there's nothing
My mind is blank and whatever I put down doesn't make sense
I've lost the ability to write
This could be the sign that I'm dying inside
Maybe tomorrow the page will be filled with words
But today I think I wasted my time
