My Mind Wanders

My mind wanders from the page
Leaves me in a state of rage
Seems my new attempt to write
Is lost within a starless night

I desire to break the block
And listen to the ticking clock
It says that I might have the time
To come up with a decent rhyme

But I feel little but humility
A sense of deep futility
Is this drivel, a steaming pile
Or done acceptably within my style?