I sit here with thoughts of blank thoughts
Not sure of what to write on this blank paper
My pencil rests slantly between my fingers, no movement
Right hand still, brain is paused, mind wonders
I can’t think, I want to think, thoughts of nothing
Then I wander into the past, for my future is nothing
Past resemble memories, presence is of now, virtual the future
Mental thoughts, flashing thoughts, which come from the past
All I know is this class reminds me of the past
I remember a class, I favored once, was called
Creative writing brings me back behind them white
brick walls. We each one another, Ladies in Yellow.