There is nothing coming.
No words I can express.
The only sound is humming.
I'll cry out in distress.
The room is just too quiet,
Or maybe just too loud.
If only I could sigh it,
I'd never again be proud.
What is there to write?
I don't even know.
Pperhaps I'll fly a kite,
Or just feel the winds blow.
Where is Creativity?
My mind will start to cry.
Maybe a new activity...
No! To change is to die!
Absolutely wordless...
If only I could think...
I wouldn't be so worthless.
Maybe I need a drink...
Wait just a minute...
I'm feeling inspired!
Maybe I can win it
With these skills I have acquired.
