Empty blackness

Nothing comes to mind

You can’t seem to find it

Is there anything to find?

That spark of inspiration

Of great insight and wisdom

Or possibly of insanity

Without hesitation or boredom

When nothing seems to happen

Get on the nearest search site

Purchase a first class ticket

And hold on tight

With no particular question

You type what comes to thought

“Why can’t I own a Canadian?”

“Why won’t dog be taught?”

You ask it questions

But receive no answers

“How disappointing”

You curse and swear

For though there are million of others out there

Just like you

They ask the same questions

The answer, no one ever knew

These questions may be futile

But will haunt you until Death

They will slowly eat away at you

Until there is no sanity left

Then the inspiration comes!

This is how all this began

Though the time has escaped you

Your glass has no more sand

You yawn a large yawn

And rub your dropping eyes

You crawl up the stairs

And look up to the sky

Your mind is flooded with ideas

Yet you cannot write

You must sleep sometimes

…right?

No matter, no problem

The paper will be there tomorrow

But what about your thoughts?

Without them, this will all be hollow

Soon, the peace of sleep comes

And then the morning crows

Suddenly you realize,

Your ideas did go

You slump down the stair once more

And sit at the desk you loathe

You start think again

“how did that idea go”

“Empty blackness…