I have sat here all day, br With nothing to say... br This blank page br Is consuming my life, br br Taunting me, br Haunting me, br Daunting me! br br I thought surely, br I would have something br Important to say, br But obviously, br The blank Page br Is not intimadated br By my pen..... br br But then again, br I didn't have br ANYTHING ELSE br To do today. br br I have stretched my brain, br And to struggle and complain br Makes NO change... br br It is just that blasted blank page... br Or is it my age... br Or maybe rage... br That I have nothing to say, br And nothing else to do today.