Blank page, deadened mind.
Worry, fret, dread, and doubt.
Write a line, scratch it out.
Write another, never mind.  

Try again, one more time.
It’s useless now, just give it up.
Anyway, it’s time to walk the pup.
Maybe I’ll write just one last line.  

That’s it now, I’m doing fine.
In the flurry and the flow,
setting down words row by row.
Life is happening line by line.