I scout around, I scent the air
Quite fruitlessly I cast my fly
No inspiration anywhere

The barren minutes flutter by
My thoughts net only empty space
Quite fruitlessly I cast my fly

My idle pen just spins in place
Vague doodles overtake the page
My thoughts net only empty space

I seek this dullness to assuage
In metaphor and meta-verse
Vague doodles overtake the page

Such tricks just make my struggles worse
A wild goose chase of wasted time
In metaphor and meta-verse

So as I pen this final rhyme
I scout around, I scent the air
A wild goose chase of wasted time
No inspiration anywhere