Sleep has deserted me tonight
Post midnight
It's just me,the empty streets,the constellations and the moonlight
The quiteness all around is haunting
Save for the odd eerie cries of the night owl
A nice cool breeze is blowing across
The sound of the treeleaves fluttering is so *******
I'm out on the rooftop
I'm trying to write
But thoughts refuse to come to my aid tonight
I'm blowing smoke puffs into the air
Trying to give the impression that 'bout nothing do i care
I'm feeling bored
So i start chatting with my dreams
We often interact with each other..
..share stories and give each other advice
Then fear comes along and joins the conversation
He asks me about my greatest fear?
And i reply that my greatest fear is that one day i will have no fear left to deal with
And that day i'll be finished
'Coz without the most powerful impulse of the human spirit...
...how will i push myself?
So there i am staring at a blank page
Feeling frustrated
Scratching and banging my head
What the **** is wrong with me?
Why can't i write?
Where have the words disappeared?
It's like my brain's gone in a state of hibernation
I just can't get no inspiration
I listen to some music
Even that doesn't help
So i take some pills and decide to sleep it off
And when i wake up and the first rays of the sun hits my face
I see the most amazing sunrise
And like a kid's first run
It all comes back to me
The thoughts are born
Ideas arrive
The imagination starts to run wild
Words get created
I'm punching the keys of my laptop
And all's well in my mind again