Writers block

A Poem by Lily Icel

It all makes sense
one after one it comes into my head...
Ive gone dead once again
You never know when it might hit ya,
catch it before it flies away
Everything has a meaning,
its just your will to understand.
Capture it, therefore, keep it on lock.
Going right back to what i got,
like i wish i could with the clock.
Its harder then i thought,
but i try to stay on track,
cut the slack.
Now everything makes perfect sense,
as I might see it with a lens.
In my mind, in my body and soul
once again here i am i make sense.
Meanings to me might
not be the same as it is to you
Don't attempt, step away
I got this for my own sake