Something is holding me back,
Can’t get it off my mind,
Its got me all off track!
I Keep pretending like it may go away.
That negative vibe that’s getting in my way,
Keeping my pen stuck,
Like drying ink, a smudge, a stain on my paper,
I can’t throw it away, can’t move past the stain,
Not enough energy start all over again.
I keep trying to convince myself, that I am somebody,
That the words count, that they will bring life, therefore, I have to write.
Is my gift broken? Is it in a pretty box with a great big bow?
When you shake it, do you hear the sounds of broken pieces?
Or did my voice of inspiration, tire of my restful nights?
All those times, I didn’t get up to write, and move to the girl next door?
Is my self-control lost in the flow of the ink blots?
Is that what it feels like to be cocked blocked?
Not being able to reach that thing you want, desire, burning with fire,
To get inside that creative mind, and write a line that will inspire and change lives,
Hypnotizing with lines, but my creative ink is dry.
Negative forces stealing my mind and my lines, I have been blocked!
No love, No lies, ink pen dry, can’t get next to you cause it is in my direct line.
So my love is trapped and there is no release,
All activity between my mind, my paper and my pen has ceased! Cocked blocked!