There's nothing here for you

I sit here, with a blank paper,

no words, no ideas.

I sit here, but I am long gone.

My fingers tap the wooden table, they play a song.

Away, far far away my mind is hidden, lost.

My ears listen the rain shouting through the window.

My eyes watch thousands of water drops falling from the sky like dead birds,

fast and cold.

And I sit there, in a rather empty room, alone,

with a blank paper,

with no words, no ideas.