The mind is screaming for a certain clarity
Where thought represents itself ever so bluntly
Absent of hesitation
Creativity flows as ink from a pen
Scribbled onto an empty pad
Starting off as ramblings
Progressing into a melody of truth
…I want to express
Express how it feels to stand alone in a fog of ideas
Unsure which way to step
Afraid of falling off that cliff
Stumbling off the path, my path
Afraid of a no return