Poetic-Verses
'' My Masterpiece is Flowing ''
This isn't right,
My spark won't light,
Despite my intense desire,
I feel it's just a form of spite,
Why don't you light my fire?
Upon my brain,
I feel a strain,
There's got to be a cure,
Otherwise I'll go insane,
It's affecting my demure.
I ask you why,
You don't reply,
Surely we're both as one,
Tell me why you don't comply,
My life's no longer fun.
I am aware,
Ideas are there,
But they just won't come out,
I wonder if I try a prayer,
Will that give me some clout?
Now and then,
I can't say when,
Something blanks my mind,
To my work I say amen,
To failure I become resigned.
Driven insane,
You are my brain,
At times you leave me cold,
Over chaos you love to reign,
Why won't you do what you're told.
They call it block,
I call it lock,
Though on one thing we will agree,
It puts you in a state of shock,
It's a type of mind melee.
I'm on the move,
Now in the groove,
My own trumpet I'm now blowing,
To the world I must now prove,
' My Masterpiece Is Flowing '
My spark won't light,
Despite my intense desire,
I feel it's just a form of spite,
Why don't you light my fire?
Upon my brain,
I feel a strain,
There's got to be a cure,
Otherwise I'll go insane,
It's affecting my demure.
I ask you why,
You don't reply,
Surely we're both as one,
Tell me why you don't comply,
My life's no longer fun.
I am aware,
Ideas are there,
But they just won't come out,
I wonder if I try a prayer,
Will that give me some clout?
Now and then,
I can't say when,
Something blanks my mind,
To my work I say amen,
To failure I become resigned.
Driven insane,
You are my brain,
At times you leave me cold,
Over chaos you love to reign,
Why won't you do what you're told.
They call it block,
I call it lock,
Though on one thing we will agree,
It puts you in a state of shock,
It's a type of mind melee.
I'm on the move,
Now in the groove,
My own trumpet I'm now blowing,
To the world I must now prove,
' My Masterpiece Is Flowing '
