Nothing Comes To Mind

Staring at this blank page,
Wondering what to write.
So many thoughts and so many feelings.
Yet none of them seem right.

Nothing is of interest.
My thoughts seem to be a bore.
Would you really want to hear,
About me mopping up the floor?

No, I did not think so.
What a silly thing to ask.
Oh darn, I still don’t have a topic.
I just can’t complete this task.

This is seeming to take forever.
The minutes seem like years.
Maybe my thoughts would broaden.
If I had a couple beers.

But my mom and dad are home.
And the kitchen light is on.
Plus, it would not matter.
Since all the beers are gone.

So I guess I’m on my own.
Yet no topic comes to mind.
I search for some ideas.
But none of interest can I find.

Oh wait, this is a poem.
And it has a topic too.
So I guess this is it.
I hope I did not bore you.