It looks like a dead end
It's another person aiming for glory
For the last eight hours
he's been biting his pinky finger
Doesn't it seem like a man without ideas
but a stack of useless junk
It looks like a failure
Why isn't he blessed with stunning thing,
Or just a simple amazing ideas?
word after word to make a point
every minute he spent to join them together
It doesn't make him feel so lucky
Oh my Lord, what's with the brain?
Is it just stop working or should he do the re-formatting?
These questions are bugging this man,
which by the way makes him feel like a little boy again
He tries to close his eyes, but he just sees a very wide ocean
There's a sailboat cruising in the highseas
And a drowning man asking for help...
It is amazing how the mind works
For a second It feels so right
just throwing out ideas on the big round bowl;
Sadly a man couldn't just keep smiling
Since he could just sit there staring at the glare
as all of his thoughts has been deleted so clean
Could anybody just stand up
The man has severe doubts about this thing today
Has he gone stupid or he's just having a very bad day
Oh God, please forgive him
He'd just like to be a good writer like someone he adores
Now it is quite clear that he is not gifted
If it's not failure
could it possibly be a very poor judgment?
Or could it be a couple of wrong strategies?
Does he need a girlfriend to jump start his guts
He does not like to write about himself
But the circumstances leave him no choice
Sometimes a simple doodling made a good piece
It had happened to many talented writers
maybe what he needs is a simple good luck
Ooppss..he may have disregarded something important
that only best writers have lots of good lucks
He tries self-soothing, maybe just a few words of wisdom might actually help him
It's almost nine-o'clock PM and there's no one else with him
And he just concludes that maybe he's just suck
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