A thousand bees are buzzing,
all around my head,
A T.V. set turned up to max,
Just white noise, signals dead.
It feels like there's a purpose,
A job that I must do,
Yet trying to find an answer
With not a hint nor clue.
My body it feels tired,
exhausted, worn out, weak,
Unable to do simple tasks,
except maybe to sleep.
I fear I might be outcast,
set outside myself,
watching me and talking,
from way back on a shelf.
Even writing this down,
My head is torn in two,
I want to write an clear my mind,
though barriers take their cue.
I don't know what to write now,
the inspirations gone,
though I hope to soon be back on track,
I hope it won't be long...
