This is why I really hate the weekends
Because I'm faced with all my demons
They've been gone for a while
The silence is when I'm put under trial
When I'm tossed into this parched land
But I'll hold tightly onto the water in my hand
I'll rely on the peace granted through the pain
Like a drought awaits Your replenishing rain

I'm scared of my imagination
I'm scared of my own creation
I don't know what to do with my right side brain
It's the addict that I can't keep contained
I'm just stumbling around
Wandering if I should keep him bound
Or if I should take off the chains
I desire to help others through what I write
But I fear I'd be returning to my dark plight
Because every time I go jot something
I feel like I'm just stumbling
I need to take a careful pace
Careful not to put myself in a hazy place
I still have a bad taste
Of what I've gone through
I need more time before this can help you

I'm taking a break from these things where I stored my emotion
It causes too much commotion
I'm putting my mind on cruise control
I'm letting my Lord above take it all

What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?

No, I don't have writers block
I just felt pressure under the clock
As if there was an audience I have to please
Give me some time to think this through, please
I have not run out of art
I'm just looking into the beat
The blood has not stilled in my heart
I'm just trying to get back up on my feet

The most beautiful thing
I've ever seen
was a room full of mutant kids,
putting our hopes in our fists,
our souls set on fire
as we hold our hands higher.