I had writer's block
Today.
Still, I wrote this anyway
As I heard Adele sing
Rolling in the Deep.
Old as the song may seem,
It spoke to me.
My hopes and dreams,
They become
Meaningless to me,
As I choose to sing
Songs to Shiva-
In which I dearly believe-
Instead of the crowd
Of voices in my head.
Schizophrenic;
I can't tell
If they're my friends
Or my enemies.
I don't really know
What I'm trying to get at.
I just felt something
Telling me to bring
Faith to those
In need.
You're not alone.
You will find Love.
And it will come
To you, oh beautiful one
In your time of grief.
This, I truly do
Believe.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
I had writer's block
Today.
Still, I wrote this anyway
As I heard Adele sing
Rolling in the Deep.
Old as the song may seem,
It spoke to me.
My hopes and dreams,
They become
Meaningless to me,
As I choose to sing
Songs to Shiva-
In which I dearly believe-
Instead of the crowd
Of voices in my head.
Schizophrenic;
I can't tell
If they're my friends
Or my enemies.
I don't really know
What I'm trying to get at.
I just felt something
Telling me to bring
Faith to those
In need.
You're not alone.
You will find Love.
And it will come
To you, oh beautiful one
In your time of grief.
This, I truly do
Believe.