Where are the words,
any really.
Where are the words,
really I don't know.
Where are the words,
round the corner of Writer's block.

What are my thoughts,
between them.
What are my thoughts,
I don't know what to pick.
What are my thoughts,
any empty suburb of Writer's block.

Why am I blocked,
obstructed as.
Why am I blocked,
I don't know how to solve such a Rubik's Cube.
Why am I blocked,
because I'm stuck on the outskirts of Writer's block.