A fresh, blank paper stares back emptily,

With my name and the assignment atop.

In hopeless frustration, my pen I drop.

I ask myself what my topic shall be.

At times, inspiration rains down on me;

Good ideas flowing freely, without stop.

And at times, every one of my ideas is a flop,

Lame excuses for topics quickly flee.

I cannot come up with anything good,

So I guess this will just have to make do

Until my next burst of creativity.

The ideas just aren't flowing like they should,

So until the next assignment is due,

I won't have that much productivity.