Staring down at this blank page,
My ink grows brittle, dry with age,
Too many thoughts racing ‘round,
Yet I try to put them down.
Passing by, found then lost,
Upside down, turned and tossed.
Whizzing by, a flash of light,
Briefly seen, then out of sight.
Blocked and trapped in this paper cage,
Staring down at this blank page.
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