The Vocal Blues

In the land of blank screens, where ideas should brew,

There sits a writer, feeling kinda blue.

Staring at the cursor, it blinks in jest,

As the brain stalls out, needing a rest.

Hey muse, where ya hiding, come out to play?

But thoughts are scattered, like hay in the hay.

The page just stares, a glaring white,

As if to say, "Well, ain't this a sight!"

What to write about, where to even start?

It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack mart.

Adventure? Romance? Nah, not today,

My brain's on vacation, gone astray.

But hey, it's cool, it happens to the best,

Even Shakespeare had days he failed the test.

So let's chill out, take it slow,

And wait for inspiration's glow.

For soon enough, the ideas will flow,

Like a river unleashed, watch 'em go!

So here's to writer's block, just a little hiccup,

We'll ride it out, no need to freak up.

When the words come back, and they surely will,

We'll tackle that blank page with skill.

But for now, let's kick back, relax, and unwind,

Writer's block ain't the end of the line!