Spongebob Squarepants

I sit and stare
The page unmarred
Pristine and white
Waiting for my muse

Pencil touches paper
Gently gliding
As an idea flows
Only to be erased

Minutes pass
Though it may be hours
Nothing seems to stick
Except eraser crumbs

Impatience looming
My hands tremble
Something has to give
For progress to be made