Blank Page

I stared at the blank page in front of me,
and wondered if the page would fill itself.
How could I know what the right words will be?
Are they hiding somewhere up on a shelf?

Oh why must this blank page be so daunting?
I can see empty space, but not my thoughts.
This white rectangle so large and haunting
surely has many men to madness brought.

I stare a bit longer, but it's still blank...
The deadline is starting to worry me
I guess I have only myself to thank
For the dilemma I let come to be

I sit and I write till I feel a lull,
and then finally I find my page full