Blocks

Brought the paper and the pen to write something,
Words swimming in my head and rhymes are bumping,
Existing rushing through, and nothing will be stopping,
Trying my best to be a soul touching,
but wait, something is wrong,
Something is roaring inside of me keeping me from writing along,
Everything is ready, physical, mental all strong,
Found out it was the writing block,
something will polarise you, multiple shocks,
can’t think, can’t focus, you can’t even talk,
Aggravation I know, but this is more than I can take,
In the begin, you thought you’re going to bake the cake,
But now you are easy to break,
Imperfect I am and no one is great,
Things that we believe in and others putting money down on a fate,
Legacy what they are pretended to be, but at the end they are all just fake.