Sat down to work on a classic
Something thrilling a little dramatic
Pen on the page, fingers on the keyboard
No thoughts coming, there’s no storyboard

Sit and stare blankly for multiple hours
No characters with a couple superpowers
Toss several copies into the trash
My expressions have become such a task

Looking out the window for inspiration
Boxed in, this is now a dire situation
Must unlock the creative instinct
The deadlines upon you, you’re at the brink
Sit back down, looking at the blank screen
Writers block, still can’t think of anything