Starts with an idea
A picture in my brain
Or a group or a word
I do not contain
Sometimes they're absurd
Sometimes they bring back old pain
I scramble to put it down
To be real
It needs paper to live on
If I don't act fast
My smile turns a frown
The idea I no longer feel
It has came and gone
Int the abyss to drown
Like the others that couldn't last
Lost in the remains of the past
Never again they will be found
Unless by force I make them come around
When it comes I try to catch it
Like a baseball in a mit
When I get the idea
I take it and run
It could be a masterpiece
That's only just begun
A creativity like a feast
With power from the sun
Or my best effort at least
To make it a creation
And set my mind to peace
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I am different. I am the unforgiven. I was born october 1997. I just write because I want to express my feelings in more ways than music and art. I'm just a guy trying to get out of the rain and sur.. more..