Creative ideas evade me.
Shutting all functions down.
Words commence to fail me.
The fog sets down around.
Writer\'s block embraces me.
Similarly to old pals.
Syllables stifle to avoid me.
Forbidden by their sensual sound.
Lyrics mix in front of me.
Planning an unreadable song.
Vision proceeds to choke me.
Obstructing the path to stability.