Blank but Not.

I’m blank, a stare at the screen,
What to write, but these words?
They don’t mean much,
A small snack for your eyes,
A momentary smile, white showing,
Purse your lips, frown at the fool,
Flood of thoughts, passing through my head,
Too many, to write about,
A fuzzy white screen, each white dot is a thought,
I need to speak, and spill out my thoughts,
Roiling concepts, and boiling ideas,
I ponder them, and stare at my screen,
Now speckled with black,
One thought has been written down,
Many more to pass,
I’m blank.