Writing poems left to right
Followers in delight!
Writing for too long
Writing somewhere where I do not belong
My head is fried
And has cried
After everything I have applied
There is no more creativity inside
My mind
After everything I have designed

I guess this is my stop
At the bus stop
I have enjoyed the ride
But now I have to step aside
And glide
Away
What I have to say
Is goodbye
I had lots of fun, just you and I
I promise I'll come back (unlike some fathers)
I promise I'll have your back
Reading your poems
Try to distract all problems