Words spilling out over paper, nothing in particular is being said, just a bunch of emotions pouring from my head
Mad, happy, angry, sad, each adjective has Its own life, Its own derivation, a story to tell
Never capturing Its meaning, just rambling along, words spilling, never anything specific
Thoughts are always inconsistent, lacking stability , changing minds all the time, can't seem to find the right words
I am stuck, looking down at a blank page full of words, Nothing meaningful has been written, Nothing worth reading
They say you are what you think, well I guess I am nothing for thats what inhabits my paper
Words spilling out over paper, nothing in particular is being said just a bunch of emotions pouring from my head