I sit and stare at a blank computer screen.
The pressure of having to compose new lines
Makes it even harder to create.
I search my mind for relevant topics,
Suitable ways of expressing views and
Possibly even a startling insight.
Originality is harder than one would expect.
I think up rhymes that sound childish at best,
Until suddenly the thought occurs to me:
Why cannot the lack of inspiration prove to be an inspiration itself?