Irony

I often feel
So lost and useless
Pen dried up
Completely museless

I try to set free
All my thoughts from their chains
But they wander to useless
As they're their own banes

The words of adventure I hope to say
Wander off on an escapade I wish I knew
I want to look in a puddle to see a cloud
And know that the cloud can see me too

That's where I'm left when my thoughts wander off
A land of smiling puddles and swimming clouds
I wish I could think to write about them
Or wicked spectres banished by elvin crowds

Fantsy or meaning it matters not
For if the fantasy has no meaning then it's pure
But this unobscured fantasy is hard to find
If there's any hope, imagination must endure

If only I could unclog my pen
Perhaps something would come gushing
But no, blank minded I sit right down
The thoughts not dripping nor rushing - crushing

I just need that one idea
The thought of a poem or verse
Maybe one about lacking a thought
Oh!, but how to avoid being terse