Well at times I hold my pen
And try to compose a poem
At times I lack the motivation
Something essential in all I do
At times I lack something to say
I lack something to share
But then again I remember something
That whatever comes from me is perfect
Even my silence,lack of words and motivation
Even my mistakes, flaws and issues
For what is tomorrow for, if not for a better today
And what is life for, if not to bring meaning to other people's lives too