The Blank Paper

A blank paper
No, now there is a line, no, two
I cannot begin to explain to you
How the lines fall to the page
There now are four, the fifth I write
And yet another starts in spite
Six or seven there are now
I have yet to find out how
I do not know from whence they come
I know I only thought of some
The paper's almost halfway done
And yet I think I've just begun
A dozen lines and nothing said
All these words, no common thread
It needs a title but I see none
Perhaps I might just think of one
Sixteen lines I've written here
And soon, I see, the end is near
Now I'm running out of room
I better think of something soon
But what else can I think to say?
I just can't write poems today.
And now there's just a few lines left
I think my rhythm tone is deaf
Nevermind, I'll jsut give up
Because now the paper is full up.