Could This Be A Block? Poem by Kiran Pillai

Often words flowed from me like rivers
Today, the words are refusing to flow.
Probably I need to change my direction
Might be necessary for a perspective change.

Talking about self alone does not help today
I need to speak of something else; be unselfish.
What do I know about other than my internal world?
Maybe check another corner of my world of insights.

Is it good to inspect our insights once in a while?
Just to see where we stand within the space inside us...
I know my insights need a rain check. Where are my thoughts?
Probably, internal forces can check insights too...

Is it just words to check my insights out?
Can I not use music or paintings for my checks?
But, how can music or painting be civil for me?
I only know how to play with words after all.

Is this what some people call a "block"?
Can I also be blocked from a flow?
If so, let the block be attacked by my trickle.
Even himalayas were torn apart by flowing rivers.