Downstream

The fluttering crisp white sheet
Mocks me in  different lingos
With a high decibel nonchalance
Insinuating the abject failure
Of words that refuse to play along
Wetter ink and drier thoughts
Haunt me with their caustic innuendos
Emotions deck up the stage
For a mood somber that budges not
Vultures of doubts and procrastination
Hover around unrelenting and vicious
Inciting dread and anxiety
Distraction casts a fishing rod
With the hues of a rainbow and
Neon dreams as alluring baits
The merciless diktats of time
Swing back and forth ominously
Oscillating from a yes to a no
The writer drifts along 
In choppy waters on a dream canoe
Hither and thither
Who says downstream
Isn't worth the ride?