I can't think of anything,
My creativity is at its end,
This poems means everything,
I may just ask a friend.
I intended to write about anger,
Maybe sorrow or Wrath,
But now i'm way more sober
And want to do some crafts.
Just thinking though my misery,
My mind toss and turn.
Till I found a mystery,
To solve and relearn.
Life can be complicated,
Lots of ups and down.
Just thinking makes me elated,
Then I realized, I was on the ground.
