Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Senseless (product of hungryness)

I'm writing here alone
Waiting for some words to come out
My feelings will surely be shown
But not really with the use of my mouth

Staring above the blue sky
Watching clouds as they spread
Wishing that I could fly
Wanting to feel it above my head

I don't know if I'm writing with sense
All I know is that I want to express
Without any ideas, without any best
I'll be trying to finish this without any mess

And now in this fourth stanza
I could feel that I'm running out of ideas
I guess that I'm really no good
or maybe because I'm just starving for food