Analysis of Ramblings and Fears

I feel like writing tonight, and so I do.
Not about anything special.
Just pen to paper,
any words that will flow.

And there I stop.
Nothing will come.
For the first time in my entire life,
I am at a loss for words.

Perhaps it is my old age,
or the late hour, which I should blame for this moment of silence.

Alas, I am only twenty-six,
and it is only 9:47 p.m.
However, old age and late nights
seem better than dullness and lack of creativity.
Or heaven forbid, losing my touch.