The Blurry Page

Staring at the blurry page, 
I don't know what to write.
I feel no motivation now, 
But I'll write just in spite.


I'll tell a tale of dragons
Knights, and Quests, and Blood.
Or a tale of Romance:
A woman and her stud.


Do you want to hear of mystery?
A man in a tall cloak?
The Cowboys and the Indians
Disappeared in a puff of smoke. 


A princess who needs saving
Helps a boy become a man.
A villain is defeated, 
They stopped his evil plan.


Listening to silence, 
I don't know what to write.
I'm feeling rather sleepy now.
For now I'll just sit tight.