Empty Thoughts

Blank paper and empty thoughts like every idea is locked in a box and the key is lost. They mock me as the time passes. A locked box of thoughts, so close, but still, words escape me. Time guards them with pleasure. I’m begging for an end to this thoughtless venture. But when the escaped words return, time is only a distraction. And the end of thoughtlessness marks a fresh beginning that will fill a blank paper and empty thoughts.