You've run out,
You don't even know
What you're going to write about!
Tick tock tick tock
Flit your eyes to see
There's no point in starting
When you're ruled by me!
Rising rising
Up comes the block,
You're wound in the mechanism
Of the writer's clock!
Tock tick tock tick
The day it won't come back
So use your precious minutes
To keep yourself on track!