So many uninspiring rhymes,
Constructed behind my unobservent eyes,
Maybe if I took a second to notice the world around me,
Id find myself singing more profoundly.
But it seems the fashion, to lack passion,
So why not take a pen to the poetic lies, of an overdramatic heart.
The lyrics and melodies that echoe through my room, what can they truly mean?
Am I merely overdramatizing various emotional themes?
But should I let it be a sorry state, If I truly know others can relate,
A thought to prompt a writing session, with another embellished chord progression.
Maybe I can find my place, justify the time I waste,
If I hold on to my desire, to create art that can further inspire.