Freedom of Mind

It was blank. The sheet wouldn’t stop being blank No matter how hard I glared. Ideas, ideas, ideas, Like a man with an empty canteen, I was thirsty for ideas. Hours, hours, hours Passed by, And still not a word or a title. I was distraught. I was distressed. I was depressed. Suddenly, I stopped. Forgot everything around me. I stopped, And wrote, wrote, wrote. An idea? Enough hours? No. Freedom.