My mind empty as a cup without water

I have to fill it up again some way
Silly ideas bob around my head all my Job is to pick the right one

I just have to get the job done
but a lack of ideas Holt's the fun

my brain starts storming out ideas
but none of them are the right one

My head starts aching from all the thinking
and maintaining the pressure building up in my body

suddenly one of the many fit the puzzle piece just right like the brightest star in the dark night

from all this pressure
My brain just cooked up a BRAIN
STORM!