Dead Ideas

A girl slumps sad over her desk,
And searches through her mind.
It seems sheâ??s having problems;
Good ideas are hard to findâ?¦

A tiny lamp gives out some light,
To a cold darkened room.
Of course itâ??s bright enough to see,
But shadows hang and loom.

It seems she has an idea!
Wait, maybe itâ??s a trick.
Oh- there she goes again, once more.
Tossing it to the brick.

Crumpled ideas veil the dark floor,
Every which way you look.
It seems for all her dead ideas,
You could compile a book.

The girl seems lost in confusion,
Whatâ??s wrong with her? Who knows?
And as for that small matter,
Whatâ??s it she wants composed?

A poem, a book, a song of hope?
A funny fairy tale?
Whatâ??s so hard to come up with now?
Whatâ??s it she thinks sheâ??s failed?

A girl slumps sad over her desk,
And searches through her mind.
Its hard to think of anything,
When love is just so blind.