My writing has come to a halt recently,
I’m trying to put out something but it won’t come out cleanly,
Cause I feel like what I write should be thought provoking,
A simple token,
But it feels like someone broke in,
Took all my thoughts,
And got away never to be caught,
And now I can’t get any ideas,
And every time one comes near,
I can’t seem to grasp it or it doesn’t come in clear,
Kinda makes me wonder if im really great,
And people just haven’t seen enough to really appreciate,
And they just haven’t taken enough time to contemplate,
But of course I could have mistaken me
for someone that I wanna be,
Instead of who I really am,
But if that’s a fact, then where on the scale of life do I land,
Its strange but its really hard for me to understand,
Like that every once in a while when you run into an old friend,
Theres an akward silence,
Cause you don’t know what to say to him,
Had you really changed so much that you don’t even know what to say,
Caught in this situation of dismay,
You start to wonder if you really know who you are today,
And I can’t help to question sometimes why I act this way,
But it doesn’t make sense, what happened to all the time you used to spend,
And all the favors you used to lend,
When did you change so much that you don’t even know what to say to them,
And while you’re there trying to figure out why you can’t get this wheel to spin,
You start to wonder, was it you who changed or was it him,
And looking at him you can see it in his eyes too,
He seems to be stuck in the same position as you