You seem tired.
Tired of the same old things.
Tired of the way every night ends
Tired of the way every morning begins.
Is it because of me?
Or is it because of me?
I use to be spontaneous.
You ever wonder why?
You ever think to back track and wonder why I seem so blue? So stagnet? So meh?
No?
Maybe it’s because you’re not the only one who longs for creativity to.