There is not a single creative bone in my body
At this moment in my life
I am trying
I am begging
To feel inspired by something in my life at this moment
But all my life is at this moment
Is an arrangement of morbid depression and a constant, pounding tiredness
I can not awaken
My future looks dull
And there is nothing I can do
But carry on
On this hopeless trail
As I follow the life planned out for me
Oh so perfectly
I follow you
I follow your steps
Your path
And I declare
That I am tired
Of this hopeless, tired walk
I allow myself to walk.