Writers Block

Sitting here at my table
With my pen, I'm unable
To think of what I want to write
I'm struggling, try as I might

I can't think of what I want to say
I fear I will be here all day
My mind is just a lot of talk
I think I'll go out for a walk

The fresh air may help to clear my mind
And inspiration I may find
In the darkest recess of my brain
So I can, hopefully, relax again.