Put out a crisp white sheet
On the harder mahogany desk
Keep the pen ready and
Make the light ambient
Fold your arms
And close your eyes
Sit and wait
For the ideas to strike
Hold still! Don't move
Or you'll chase them away
And be left in the dark
With darkness barely at bay
As the trickling movements
Get reduced to peaceful sleep
You'll sit on that unforgiving wooden chair
Waiting for words to come and greet
So rub those furrowed eyebrows
And coax that pensive mind
Ignore the calls your bed sounds
Keep it waiting through the night
It is then when you're ready
To almost pull your hair and scream
That the elusive minx will tiptoe up to you
And tap on your shoulders gently
Be grateful to yourself my friend
For not giving up
Because when you stain the paper it'll  be red
You'll rhyme with your blood