Ideas race, run and roar before me
I am stuck in a jam and cannot join the flow.
Ideas soar, float, and fly far off above my head
Fogged and fuzzy in the clouds.
Ideas swim, snap and splash in crystal waters.
I am stuck, stumped and sluggish in the mud.
So many ideas rear up and run,
Skittish and shy,
Elusive and sly.
Their silvery shine sparkling slightly
Then silently slipping away.
No I’m all out tonight
So I will not write
As nothing will come to me
Nothing at all.