My thoughts are filled with illusions,
As my head is filled with confusion,
Words are not coming to play as they should,
And the sequence of consonants are not producing meaningful pronunciations,
I used to write for my own mental rejuvenation,
But this I’ve had to avert and write for the general population,
There’s a seed in me that is still growing,
A breed in me that no one has seen before,
But I need the words in me to copulate,
So that my ideas can regenerate and produce melody,
The creation of a beautiful symphony of words and sound.
Written by Eyan.