"Write anything!" they say,
so I glance upon the blank slate of my mind.
I could write anything,
say anything,
feel anything I wanted;
but alas, all I'm left with is 'anything'.
Where is the structure,
where is the form,
where are the boundaries to work off of?
There is nothing, only 'anything',
which could be something but nothing at all.
My muse scrambles around trying to find,
an image,
a thought,
'anything' to work off of,
but alas, all I'm left with is 'anything'.