[1.]

An empty paper in front of me

and the pen that is supposed be

the link between

my thoughs and the written word

[2.]

I always believed that I could write

about anything

But I am always wrong somehow

[3].

Wrong somehow

And I can't find a way

To release the poetry I hide

In the closet deep inside

[4.]

And Why do you hear these words

Whwn I have nothing to say

I am only trying to complete this song

[5.]

So you can see

See that i don't know

That i don't know

the way to find the words

I'm given time

Time to find a rhyme

But all I do is write these empty lines

Though I wish that i could....