Nothing comes
As the time goes by
There is a likeness to an overused blade
A lens out of focus and a bomb with no fuse
You sit trying to pull down clouds with ropes
Looking at stars with eyelids closed
The mind is an empty tube of toothpaste
Flatten and rolled from the base to the tip
Staring at blank canvasses hoping something will come
............
.. .... .
Nothing comes.










