This block in my head,
I'll run and pount my fist against it;
Hoping all along I may
Break right through it.
The ink drips down
Off the eye of my pen,
Why can't I form anything today?
At my moment of need,
The time I must write,
My mind decides to fail me,
I'm stuck blank, plain, old, trapped.
With no rhythm to write to
And a wall in my way,
How can I present once again nothing in my class today?
I'm drawing blanks, this is making me mad,
Write silly pen, have an idea I beg!
My throat's closing up
And its hard to speak,
What else do I say besides you know,
Its not my day to read.
I'll run and pount my fist against it;
Hoping all along I may
Break right through it.
The ink drips down
Off the eye of my pen,
Why can't I form anything today?
At my moment of need,
The time I must write,
My mind decides to fail me,
I'm stuck blank, plain, old, trapped.
With no rhythm to write to
And a wall in my way,
How can I present once again nothing in my class today?
I'm drawing blanks, this is making me mad,
Write silly pen, have an idea I beg!
My throat's closing up
And its hard to speak,
What else do I say besides you know,
Its not my day to read.
