Just Try

I cannot find the words and I cannot find the tune Everything inside my mind is blank Up flying high is a lost balloon About to pop with me to thank. Thinking hasn't been doing me well Procrastination is the only thing My head is locked into a spell I can't even hear the birds sing. The days go quicker each and every minute There never seems to be any time left Whatever it is, I never seem to win it In which my spirits become cleft. It's the hope we have, that our time will come soon It's important to aim for the stars, yet to achieve the moon. Written and posted on May 24th, 2016 By: Michelle Corbin