Here I am, it's happened again,
I'm stood here like a fool
Wondering what I came here for,
And feeling rather cool
'Cos the door's been open quite a time
But inspiration's dead -
The light may be on in the fridge
But it's not on in my head.
My journey here was purposeful,
I knew what I must do,
But now I'm here my mind's a blank
And I haven't got a clue.
I might as well be on the moon,
On some great crater's ridge,
As standing here this afternoon
Staring at my fridge.
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