complexity of vivid lyrics unable to be created
thoughts from previous accounts of the day slowly faded
writers block mixed with anger producing tension
violence taking its toll to a certain extension
gleams of ink get scribbled in an urge to recieve an urge
but waiting only results where nothing occurs
blurs fill the mind, and furiousity takes control
for this one moment the mind is no longer stronger than the soul
brainstorming helps none, prewriting cancelled out alltogether
decidein to just let the presence be decided by weather
but the window only reveals grey clouds and thuderous rain
so your stuck think about whats behind them and how they became
is there a scarce amount of sunlight hidden within that cloud
or is it just a poof, that will disappear without making a sound
does the wind control this movement, or is it independent
How is the texture, or is it possible to even feel it
i release the locks on the seal, hoping the window blocked the connection
i now pray that the beams will hit me, i take a deep breath in
no, the glass pane, didnt withold any sort of blockade
i finally let out the breath as i look to realize its now a new day