Nothin’ to it

I don’t know, why sometimes,
It’s so hard to come up with rhymes,
I know the ideas are in there,
Maybe it’s a sign

What’s the deal, with my head?
All I have to do is think,
I can do it,
There’s nothin’ to it!

I see now, my poem is done,
And it’s time to have some fun,
I knew the ideas were in there,
I knew the end would come.