My minds off, set in another land,
can't think straight or even concentrate,
clouded mind fog rolling in deep
navagating slowly well I don't sink,
education seems pointless so I stop trying,
maybe losing my spark, or my flames just dieng,
this is what we call a poetry low,
writers block is cutting up my flow,
my babys on my mind, won't let it leave,
my other worlds dieing and won't let me leave,
life is "frozen" in time and so are my words,
sitting here as my vision starts to blure,
drifting off as my world adhers,
this simple life filled with complexity,
stuck here like I have full mentle immortallity,
day after day it's the same old thing,
day to night night to cold day,
at times I wish it would all go away,
lost my will to work, but not my will to love,
love has it's ways to keep this boy sane,
me and my baby stay outta this pain,
getting back up nice and slow,
this is a way out of a poetry low..