I start and stop
Again and again
Staring at these letters
Many ideas I have
But each time
I start it seems
The ideas fade away


I step back
And the thought comes back again
I sit down
And prepare to write
But then my mind goes blank
Frustration is rooting in my emotions
As my ideas dont stick
They slide away
Before I can grasp them


Like a bar of soap
Its slippery when you try to catch it
The game is tiresome
But in the end
Someone wins
As for tonight my brain is dead