SOMETIMES

Have you ever found yourself in such a situation? I - times without number!!

Sometimes when I sit
Sit at my desk,
I just look up,
And wonder,
What am I going to write,
On the white, totally white,
Sheet of paper infront of me?
What's the first line of the poem?

Oh my!

Yes, yes, I got it,
But then a wind comes,
And blows it right out of me,
And goes riding high up,
With the wind,
To a distant land,
A land of 'forgetfulness',
Never to be thought of again.