I sit and stare at an empty page
An actor in the middle of an empty stage
Nothing to say, no one to thank
My lines forgot, my mind gone blank

And the longer I stare the less I see
as if today naught will come from me
See my mind is cluttered with everyday stuff
Is the stove on, laundry done, the dryer de-fluffed?

I close my eyes to quiet my mind
Hoping some inspiration there to find
But alas none of the idea-fish have bitten
And all that I have is this page I have written