writers block

I don't know

Everyday I come here

and change the locks

simple but complex

are his melodic vivid thoughts

paper can contain the beast they thought

they took him to the priest

and hid him in a box

every morning he would preach

and  the beast would watch 

but when people left

the preachers was sad

he was happy in the morning 

but wept at night

you see the truth is

the priest is you..good night