Topic...less

Case of writers block

Here; I’ve got my pencil and my paper
to write a great majestic poem
of some interesting place or caper
or a lovely land where animals roam.

But as I stare at the blank lined sheet
I lose track of the words and rhymes and think
of computer games I have yet to beat
and how in class my pen ran out of ink

And looking out I see the bright white stars
I realize how quickly the time has gone.
Outside some people play tunes on guitars
as I draw a picture of a young fawn.

Here; I’ve another paper for the dump
still without topic I give...ump!