At times when your head goes blank,
Inspiration goes on a war with tank,
Sitting with this same old diary,pencil,
N dress,awful is the word to be frank.
With fan's sound n no more fighting
Dont have any idea,what i am writing
Should i paint or should i write
Or whatever to get it right.
The pencil is creating scribbles ,waiting
For the dance,songs trying
To cheer me up,but nope
I'll go my way,no use trying.
The feeling is unbearable,bear
Come n fight with me,rear
Would be that thing,but fun
Is what is required,to anti-fear
7 days or full life, we will sit here
Learning n growing,thats excitement
Juss need an inspiration,