I wish to write as I put pen to paper.
But nothing comes to mind,
As I go for an eraser.
I fail to think for there is nothing to feed on.
Need I be alone?
Need I be free to realize my full potential?
Issues of life drives me crazy.Love,hate, remorse and grief I don't feel.
As my fall sounds like an empty brass tank.
I will pull myself up,refine my life's map and seek the light beyond the tunnel.
I seek to beam like a star for this forever can't be my fate.