Nothing, so blank and pure
Nothing, makes me endure
Nothing, makes everything empty
Like an evil force
And I follow its course
Nothing, comes right from the source
Nothing, sticks out and calls for attention
And pulls attention in like a chorus singing a favorite song
Whistling to fill the emptiness
Or banging on anything like my own drum set
It’s taking my all to not get upset being confined
Repeating to myself “what do I want to do”?
I get up and pace
“Will I ever cure this sickness, boredom”?
I think a little harder
Decide to try some homework
Nothing pops to mind
I exclame “Writers block again”!
“Maybe some music”? I thought to myself
I find a radio station that I like
My favorite song is on
The power went out
And once again