nothing to say
Or no one to hear me
While the ignorant play
No voice
No choice
Sometimes I dream
Then awaken and forget
My mind melts like ice cream
Waiting for thoughts
I haven't yet met
I am hungry for more
Trying to get to the core
What stops me from creating?
Is it my soul debating?
When time to reveal
First I will kneel
It's the writers ordeal
