Wishing is deprivation of my time

Paper filled with lines
but yet i can't seem to write
to find a meaning to it anymore

I would do whatever I could to get back the spark
to get the inspiration that I'm striving for
But it just won't come

Your taking over my thoughts and I hate you for it
you shouldn't be there, I know it's not right

I hold the pencil in my hand
here I go again

Staring at this blank paper does nothing for me.
It just annoys the confines of my mind
mocks me for this sudden relentless block

I want to feel the fire
feel the burning I used to have all the time
But it's fading and i'm losing the race against time.
Wanting something that will never be mine.