Staring at what seems like an unknown face Trying to depict what looks like an unknown phrase Checking my head aching it for an unknown place Where I can settle and the words will flow freely Am not just a cypher who writes words freely Sometimes all I see and hear are only my words Waiting on those that will become my words The pain behind the scribble is not just my words.
Aching mind and soul all because you are always on the verge of productivity