Writer's Block
Your mind draws blank
Your muse asleep
Above the keyboard
Your fingers freeze
The words are gone
Distraction's attractive
Run screaming in circles
Try another tactic
Bang your head on the wall
Do a crazy dance
Any thoughts come to mind?
Not a chance
The urge to type
Making you twitch
The fact you can't think
Your only hitch
So you try to sleep
And are quiet in bed
And, of course, right then
An idea in your head
You leap up
Headless of the cold
Lurch through the darkness
This is getting old
Fumble around
Turn on the light
You're frantically scribbling
In the middle of the night
The next day you see
What you wrote in the murk
It's a crazy idea
But it just might work
Your muse asleep
Above the keyboard
Your fingers freeze
The words are gone
Distraction's attractive
Run screaming in circles
Try another tactic
Bang your head on the wall
Do a crazy dance
Any thoughts come to mind?
Not a chance
The urge to type
Making you twitch
The fact you can't think
Your only hitch
So you try to sleep
And are quiet in bed
And, of course, right then
An idea in your head
You leap up
Headless of the cold
Lurch through the darkness
This is getting old
Fumble around
Turn on the light
You're frantically scribbling
In the middle of the night
The next day you see
What you wrote in the murk
It's a crazy idea
But it just might work