I feel my creativity drain
Storm clouds but there’s no rain
Shouldn’t have to strain
To squeeze words out of my brain
Have I lost my mind
My ability to seek and find
Intuition has gone blind
Have I left myself behind
I feel my creativity drain
Storm clouds but there’s no rain
Shouldn’t have to strain
To squeeze words out of my brain
Have I lost my mind
My ability to seek and find
Intuition has gone blind
Have I left myself behind
I sat down with my pen in hand
To write some words to understand
And I stared at a blank sheet
Can’t seem to make my thoughts meet
I walked around the room and lit a smoke
Went to the fridge and got a coke
And I tried to clear my head
I sat back down on my bed
But no thoughts make sense to me
In the land of the brave and home of the free
To be held captive by society
Maybe a blank sheet is what we need
I saw on a man on the news today
Said what we really need to do is pray
I’ve a Bible beside my bed
Still the picture isn’t clear in my head
On my wall is an American flag
And empty bottles fill my trash bag
The toll that life takes on a soul
The wars, and the crime, and the lies told
No thoughts make sense to me
In the land of the brave, the home of the free
To be held captive by society
Maybe a blank sheet is what we need
I looked back at the words that I wrote
And off to the side I made a note
Did I say what really meant to say?
I wish my thoughts were as clear the day.
But no thoughts make sense to me
In the land of the brave, the home of the free
To be held captive by society
Maybe a blank sheet is what we need