I'm sitting down 
In front of the desk
Looking for some inspiration.
But there's a couple of cds
Some manuscript paper
Post it notes shaped like lips
Scribbled on "Must be more confident"
"I will try harder"
"Yes, I can".
Not exactly anything 
To make a poem about.
Notebooks on the floor
Folders left open
A pot full of pens, half with the lids off
Red and blue
Pink and purple. 
There's not exactly anything
There's no inspiration.