Empty
My mind is a blank slate
Nothing comes to the forefront
Restless
I pace my room for inspiration
Just a spark
A rustle
A whisper
To give me that lust to write
To express something
Anything
Really, I'll take anything.
I know what you're thinking
"Isn't this... something? "
No, no it isn't
This is the result of nothing
This is frustration
This is madness
This is reality
But this is nothing.
My mind is a blank slate
Nothing comes to the forefront
Restless
I pace my room for inspiration
Just a spark
A rustle
A whisper
To give me that lust to write
To express something
Anything
Really, I'll take anything.
I know what you're thinking
"Isn't this... something? "
No, no it isn't
This is the result of nothing
This is frustration
This is madness
This is reality
But this is nothing.