Uncomposition - a Poem

i lie in my room, trying to write
i find i cannot, try though i might
words just don't come, rhymes do not flow
a thousand thoughts ready with no where to go
i listen to soft classical music
i lie in the warm spring breeze
i read a book i won't usually like
i revel in my lover's touch and tease
remember places i go, things i've done
times when i have and have not had fun
trouble weaving a decent solid poem
am not able to write or compose one