Inspiration

Inspiration

I sit at my computer staring into space
I have no expression not a movement in my face
I dunno where to start I have no clue
Why cant I write this poem what is so wrong
My brain is at a stand still it just won’t move along.

Do you ever wonder why when shit goes down you’re a pro
That you can remember any song and your writings got so much flow
So you need something to affect you to know what to say
It makes no sense that you must be depressed
That It comes all out when you are so stressed.