Lack of Inspiration
Right now I'm sitting here in my dark room
late at night, with a school project to do.
My thoughts wandering of
looking for inspiration,
but I'm to tired
got no motivation.
I'm thinking of topics discussed in English class
but the state of my mind is still a mess.
Suddenly I get a spark of inspiration,
remembering that we talked about "State of the Union"
and the seperation of a nation,
the pain of the world redeemed by globalisation,
but in the end
considered as humiliation.
And there's still no thought I could wrap my mind around,
it's also getting late, time's running out
and now it's mid on a school night
another sleepness evening
but a student has to provide.
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