Did it ever happened to you that you are trying to write a song.

And you desperately try to match each line, make it belong.

As your thoughts begin to scatter, do buried impulses come strong?

And the quiet starts to thicken, hidden memories drag you long?

In my case, well it has happened, that is why I'm asking here.

I believe most of us writers, get zoned out in our own sphere.

On the days my mind grew heavy, all the noise would disappear.

From the moment that I noticed, never stopped throughout the years.

Words just flow out of me like water from a broken pipe.

Faint sparks jump inside my chest when memories surface bruised and ripe.

It's like I can't separate thoughts from memories, can't left swipe.

Raw moves surge out of my core, I feel like a primal tiger stripe.

I feel like I go to other worlds, where there's no stereotypes.

Where I let my wrist move and feelings on the paper write.

Do you ever experience this? Do you know what it feels like?

All I know is when I write, It becomes some sort of rite.

Am I alone in this?

Do you feel it in your wrist?

Do you ever clench your fists.

When you're trying to resist?

I'm not good at letting my inside river follow its course.

Intervention feels needed, I call this the writer's curse.

Words just flow out of me like water from a broken pipe.

Faint sparks jump inside my chest when memories surface bruised and ripe.

It's like I can't separate thoughts from memories, can't left swipe.

Raw moves surge out of my core, I feel like a primal tiger stripe.

I feel like I go to other worlds, where there's no stereotypes.

Where I let my wrist move and feelings on the paper write.

Do you ever experience this? Do you know what it feels like?

All I know is when I write, It becomes some sort of rite.