Trapped in the darkest part of a lonely island
Where I’m a fairy kid, but right on my bed
I can’t turn rims to florets nor even a frame
Seems as if I’ve got a brim of talents as a flame
Burning sensation and routine that defames
I try and try but I’m trapped inside my dreams..
Like a key in an unwire or faulty ignition
I am lost inside inspiration and motivation.
But eachtime I try to turn torns to rose
I get infused periodically by another dose
Half a drop and another dose of another no
With – sorry, try again, you never know
Now even inspirations dampens my mood
Rejections and turn down now seems a food
So I’m disappointed in the shallows of the deep
Knocking myself out with a drink, plain black to sleep.