Writer's block...

With the ticking of the clock,
I can feel a writer's block.
nothing seems too good to write,
and no idea seems too bright.

My head is teeming with thoughts,
but they are all tied up in knots.
Have I lost my muse,
Or is that just a ruse ?

Sometimes, for lack of words, I am holding on to thoughts,
And at other times, for lack of thoughts, i am holding on to words.
I wish i could fit my thoughts into words,
and set them free from the chords.

I wish to see the end of this block...
I hope to find the key to this lock.
To set out my thoughts from the dock,
against the wind and against the rock...