Staring at the blank white space Wondering what to write Letting the thoughts flow on While the words take shape One by one, stringed together Slowly, they take on new life Emerging, forming a world Sometimes ugly, at times good Not knowing what will form next Without rhyme nor reason Just let it flow And soon there will be reason And soon the page is filled up And the mind renewed And with a burst of energy A new poem is born Just wish it was this simple Sometimes it isn't You wrestle with grammar Check if syntax is right Sometimes the rhyme has no music And the rhythm falls flat on it's face Yet just keep on writing There's a lot of space out there And some people who love to read Whatever form it takes So get that blank white space And wipe that smirk off its face And leave some marks on it That will tell a tale of love
