Play it Again Sam

 the fear of a blank page, began to haunt.
The more I painted and the more I wrote.
Soon it began to haunt me in my dreams.
I must confess, they began to multiply in my life.

With bland slates in my relationship.
And brown cardboard, And stationary,
And a cabinet with nothing but blank paper

Soon the dirty deed was done.
And my fears were foundless! For JOY!
There truly is nothing to fear, BUT fear and indifference.
The cardboard got rolled up for firestarters
The stationary was met with proposals in my mailbox
The slates were covered with bewilderment
And I started writing my life again.