I punch the brain
And make it rain
I have Writer's Block
It will always be in stock.
I look outside
For an inspiration
But all I see is the low tide
And the condensation
I try to hear a Rhythm
But all I hear is the voice in the prison
I open my eyes and try to see
But i am blinded from a short sea
I am writing this now
Do you have any suggestions?
I can write horny to relaxing
Anything please, now!
