Sometimes I run out of Ideas…

Sometimes I run out of ideas,

My mind is as barren as desert.

I think hard, scratch my head even harder,

Yet I conceive nothing,

And produce nothing.

I even sleep over it and give my problem to my subconscious.

Yet next morning I am as blank as I could be.

Then I give up and say,

Let it be, being blank is also bliss.

Guchi.