Drinking all there is To creativity I can tell My fuel is out of Comission. I'm dying for words To drown me when I can't find the notion To make them Important with My pen.
Left alone on the Driveway, a rotten Leaf murky upon Notice seems so Lonely, unique But gravely Under-appreciated.
Yep, that's me! Foamy glasses are Aching for solitude While my crammed Brain has steamed Every fibre it Had.
Fishing for Eyes to move, I can't swim inside the poetic Notion of literature. I'm uninspired.
Wired to escape from Life, I'm keeping short My goodbyes. In the highway of The blue darkness I'm Cornered I'll drive Without a glance back. Mirrors hold no originally, Nor do I.