Living in a drought A desert surrounds I walk lost, in thirst Each minute, getting worse There's so much to put out Yet when I speak, there's no sound Just me standing on empty land And a whole load of thoughts packed They're waiting for me, I don't know who It wouldn't even matter if I knew All I know is that fear shouldn't stop me. But I gave in, the fear of fear got to me. So here I am, living through a drought A desert and confusion is all around So much thirst and nothing to put out And not knowing what the hell this is about.
an old poem i found in my writing, i was going thru some bad writer's block