Where Are You, Inspiration
I feel blank, mostly empty
Am I old? Older than seventy?
What Am I supposed to say?
Only sitting around the hays
Thinking about tomorrow ?
Or yesterdays sorrow ?
What about us, the present
Reading myths and legends ?
I’m lost there are so many directions
I think I’ve lost my concentration
Is there a way round shorter?
Cause my life seems out of order
Please cut me out of this disorder
I just want another day to be over
I’m not inspired, I’m not alive
Shallow thoughts prosper and thrive
I want to go out and live
I know that life has many to give
Maybe next time when I feel it again
The feeling of gush and enemies slain
I will come out my dark cave
Once I see your bodies in graves
~ I dont know what to say really Text inspired by Yoj?? and My M0M