Confusion
Give me time, grant me grace
The painting on the wall is bitter to taste
Burn it in fire, watch it shrivel up
The ashes floating into the cup
I’ve written my best, words are no more
It’s gone to the air, precious paper tore
Lyrics nothing but mere scribbles on sheets
Spying a word a second too fleet
Emotions toiling and spinning
Words rushing and skimming
All a rush of colours thin
Naught can be seen
I CAN’T WRITE ANYTHING!
Stanzas spun fast but refusing to come
Congregating into a lump
The roller coaster went downhill, we’re flying too fast
Losing gravity and weight, as air whips past