Thoughtless
As my mind draws a blank,
On what to write next,
I sit back and think,
Should I write about,
Love?
Dreams?
Hope?
Feelings?
Tapping my fingers against the blue lined paper,
That stared back at me with a blank face,
Feeling the gears shift back and forth,
Thoughts swirl around my mind,
As jumbled words smash together,
A strike of light; a thought, an idea, appears,
Finally I can begin to write....
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