The white ceiling stares at me

As if I was a blank page

Metaphors and analogies

I seem to misplace

Poor it out

Onto the page

So my mind can erase

For what puts my mind at ease

Can be such a misunderstood disgrace

Sometimes I get writers block

And I can't vent to the page

I cling to it as if it was base

And I panic as such a space

Playing a game of tag to misplace

The blank canvas on that display

10 seconds and that's it

For you to be in the safe

And then

You have to flee

And make it all up to fate

Sometimes the most deep mindful thinkers

Don’t think about it much at all

They just pour what they have to the page

And hope its good enough

To get inside people's heads

After all