I can't even concentrate on this

It's over thought anticipated

The pen ink is running dry

It's been thrown to paper and wasted

Creativity has been

Blocked and over tasted

Maybe in time I'll appreciate it

Hold on hold on we'll be with you soon

These papers are stuck in this book

'Till they're torn out and pasted

To inside of my memory

Where I can later look

And see them in a new gallery

Where they can later

Be viewed and appreciated

Hold on hold on

We'll be with you soon

We'll be with you soon

Longing for what has been lost

And longing for what hasn't been obtained

It's a small cost

Forgot the past lost the future

Only now remains

Hold on hold on

We'll be with you soon

We'll be with you