Lying On The Paper

Pen lying on the paper ‘cause I can’t think
Scribbles make their way across the paper with no direction
My thoughts spill out in no real order just trying to escape the confines of my mind
My knife staring at me waiting for my next block so he can be used again
Like he’ll be the one to shake me out of this
Pen lying on the paper ‘cause I can’t think
Misfit words coming together for that masterpiece
I try to make sense of the world like I can make sense of anything
Or tell someone how to make it through
Or tell someone I know what it takes
When I’m sitting here with my pen lying on the paper
It’s pointless to keep these false hopes alive when I have none
But there’s a point to this hope
There’s a new idea coming across that just might make it through
I pick my pen of the paper and start scribbling again
As my knife waits patiently with its daunting eyes staring right through me
There’s no more hope and my pen stops
Pen lying on the paper ‘cause I can’t think