• I have no idea what to write about.
    My haior is dripping droplets onto my soft sheets.
    Maybe this could work out.

    I am looking to the walls for an answer, with doubt.
    Minutes escape me like ice in the desert heat.
    I have no idea what to write about.

    The colors fo the rainbow abruptly trap my attention so stout.
    The meanings of each color meet.
    Maybe this could work out?

    I seems liek such a weak idea nothing to shout about.
    What so intestiong about colors that don't repeat.
    I have no idea what to write about.

    I could mention how it symbolizes hope in a drought.
    Maybe explain how it makes my heart beat.
    Maybe this could work out?

    Everything just seems so silly, no doubt.
    Nothign seems perfect enough fo rthis sheet.
    I have no idea what to write about.
    But maybe this could work out?