I'm stuck.
I'm stuck in a rut,
a writer's block.
A start to a masterpiece without an ending.
Is it because for once I feel joy in this toy
called a soul?
Such a difference to the usual
lonliness and despair.
So now the words just don't flow right,
and my mind has nothing to fight.
An excuse every time the pen cries for my hand.
Too late,
too much to do,
When in all actuality..
My hand cries without the pen.
So dull and useless my mind feels without
piecing together the puzzles that
I, myself, and everyone else is trying to find.
Papers scattered everywhere of riddles with an
answer... When before
there were papers put together of riddles WITHOUT
an answer!
I have my feet on the right track,
but their stuck,
stuck in a rut,
A writer's block!
I'm stuck in a rut,
a writer's block.
A start to a masterpiece without an ending.
Is it because for once I feel joy in this toy
called a soul?
Such a difference to the usual
lonliness and despair.
So now the words just don't flow right,
and my mind has nothing to fight.
An excuse every time the pen cries for my hand.
Too late,
too much to do,
When in all actuality..
My hand cries without the pen.
So dull and useless my mind feels without
piecing together the puzzles that
I, myself, and everyone else is trying to find.
Papers scattered everywhere of riddles with an
answer... When before
there were papers put together of riddles WITHOUT
an answer!
I have my feet on the right track,
but their stuck,
stuck in a rut,
A writer's block!
