I wandered round my dome
unable to get my pen down
I looked in the sky
It was clouded to my sight
I racked my brain
It was busy snoring
I looked at my side
but saw nobody
not even my shadow
my mind was silent like the dead of the night
my ears were deaf to my snorting
I forced my lead down
but got stand still
I decided to write out of nothing
for the mood of a poet
brings out creativity.