Ballad to the blank page

Oh, of what shall I say?

wonders the blank mind...

my poetic ink strokes shall be of what kind for

it must be the imagination I lack

because I can't seem to mold concrete from abstract

tis when I try to draft my inner thoughts 

that I'm led to a mental net

and I get caught 

when an "Eureka!"'s at bay,

oh, of what shall I say??