I look down at my paper
Blank
There is so much I can write
But I look at the lines
Not sure what to do
I press my pencil across it
I try to write
But nothing comes out
It is just blank and white
Like how its been for hours
Time is ticking and I am sweating
Not knowing what to do
I close my eyes
And let it write for me
And on that blank old paper
No more white shows
I sit there
Astonished
And I begin to cry
For what I have made