To crave the pencil and paper
But lack the materials at hand.

To dig around aimlessly searching
Not knowing if it's there where you're looking.

At last you find a stack
But no longer your motivation intact.

Staring at the blank page
Beginning to wonder if you should rage.

Pencil in hand
But nothing, just bland.

To crave the pencil and paper
But lack the soul, and feeling damned.