So I sit Wondering Where did the words go? Pen to paper And what do I see? Flowers, names, clouds But no words My thoughts like confettii Tiny scraps blowing in the breeze Bits and pieces of dreams Puzzles missing parts Beaches with no sand So why cant I write? Am I too happy? Too sad? Has this well run dry? Am I destined now Ever to be the reader? A soul lost Without this release It was never a talent Just a need But oh the rush When the words flow And now? Now its like a dripping faucet Never enough to satisfy Just enough to annoy And I cant write Cant dream Cant fly Cant see Where am I?