This is what it looks like

When you sit down with nothing to write

This is what you do

When you haven’t  a clue

As 5 o’clock in the morning

Comes screaming with no warning

And what you had prepared to write

All looks wrong to you

You sit still for some time

Stirring up the rhyme

As you hear your bed

Call for your sleepy head

Your brain moves in a haze

Hoping for escape

So like I said without a clue

This is what you do