I sit here at my computer with nothing to say
So many ideas and thoughts run through the brain
Yet now they wont come out, they wont show their face
Why have they disappeared, or were they ever really there?
Have I fooled myself into thinking I have such great prose to share
When in reality I have nothing but ramblings of a mad man.
Thoughts on peace, on music, or on life fill my head during the daylight
The sun sets, the ideas disappear much like the last rays of light.
So here I sit at my computer again with nothing to say.