I need a spark, spark, spark in order to create a wonderful mark let it all flow out of me shall let it all out, let it all be it shouts nothing but gurgles don't worry bout my mumbles there's organization in this mess there's always an explanation to the madness all they've known is entropy all I knew was the one inside of me
inscribed in a small box let me ink away like a fox within seconds you'll understand this world that I somehow could withstand from my miseries, I'll be freed once I plant the truth's seed
this was finally it wishing it's going to be lit feels like a long time since I've gone out of my grave what a heavy sigh I heaved the heck with it I'll just publish, wait, and sit
This is bout me trying to find my lost "spark" / inspiration in writing. I can't seem to put my stressed state into words but anyway, I guess this'll do. I've released some of my stress through this so... I'm ok now... :)