Blank Pages
I stare for hours and nothing spills out
Hoping for just an inkling of an idea
But the page in the old typewriter sits empty
I've tried and tried to come up with words
But my mind is just blank as the page
My brain must be burnt out for some reason
Well the bright side is that this will pass
I'll just have to try again tomorrow
Maybe it'll pour out in droves
One can only hope and pray for brilliance
Well okay, maybe not brilliance
How about just the title for now?
Then the rest will come tomorrow
At least that's the hope and philosophy
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