I can't seem to find myself,
writing was all too easy now I'm stumped.
My mind is blank as my face,
every time I pick up a pencil, there isn't any lead.
I freeze up before I type and next thing I know I've downed three drinks,
but my fingers haven't moved,
I'm in chains.
I can't find the key,
I don't even know what it looks like,
and I'm sifting through drifting thoughts like a madman.
I'm staring at object in my room like they're supposed to come to life,
and tell me what I'm supposed to write,
then my back hurts from bending over the keyboard and holding my hands above it.
So I lean back and close the screen.