A dried up pen
A Burned up sheet
Letters evaporated in the air
That is all left from me
A Song with no rhythm
A guitar with no strings
A bitter perfume
That is what was left from me
In a villainous day a shadow took my pen
With no remorse took off forever
Now I am no longer a creator, I am a simple human being
With an idea in the mind
In a prison were it will never see the light
And until the day I fade away
I will be creating
No matter that the world can’t see it
I will create to stay alive
To live my life
I will write with no pen
I will write in my mind.
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