Writer's block

while my creativity subsides
my mind is clear
I can only think of nothing
as i search for words to appear

I am eager to follow the rules of procrastination
so I easily succumb to this temptation
as I drift off somewhere far within my imagination
my mind roams to places...
where everything is lucid
& I have nothing to prove
My faithful lyrics somehow escape me
as I am misguided
far away from the comfortable place my words usually lie in
somewhere foreign,
oblivious to my task
which is currently unappealing

There's an uncontrollable force
blocking my thoughts

frustration occurs as my objective has been ruined
I try to imagine a time when poetry was once fluent
I continuously repeat to myself: Just do it
But this writer's block won't allow it
I just can't do it...