I let my fingers hover over the keyboard and my eyes stare at the glowing the screen
The blank slate, glowing slate
It stares back at me.
I can’t think, I can’t think I shout
I stare at the wall, the wall stares back
My head seems as empty as a rusted out gas tank.
Passing lights come through the window
My room lights up and then goes dark
As if someone took a picture.
I dive into thought and swim around
My mind full of useless junk
Then I see way in the back, an idea.
I then look up at the glowing screen, glowing slate
I stare at it, it stares at me
My fingers lightly tap the keys.