I encompass all that I have been and all that I want to be, but I can't generate any information worth a dime.In latter days, words and ideas would spill from my being only to be captured by pen on paper or by the pluck of a guitar string or two.But now my thoughts are as vacant as an abandoned motel and have dried up drier than a desert oasis. Could one possibly scribble about and entertain ideas relating to the idea that they can't put pen to paper?Can't put melody to song, can't find the inspiration... Seems intriguing enough an idea, but it lacks in gumption and smells of stale dribble. Something will glimmer briefly and quickly be snuffed out by the wind in my mind blowing out the flickering flame that is 'idea'. Perhaps what I lack is creativity... that, and credibility.