Her nails are crooked, and short.
Her shoes are tapping on the floor.
Her sighs are like whistles now.
Her paper is bare, some artist she is.
The rubber on her pencil is bouncing on the desk.
She lets it roll onto the floor, leaving it there.
Puts her hands together and twiddles her thumbs.
A lock of hair falls down her onto her face, she blows it up with another sigh.
She needs to be inspired.
But she’s getting tired.
Her yawns are getter louder.
Her future becomes cloudier.
She is suffering the classic symptoms.
She can’t see anything to do.
She’s a little uninspired,
Evidence of boredom, getting tired
Now she’s making tracks in the floor, where she’s been pacing,
The end of her pencil is full of dents from frustration.
She hasn’t spoken aloud for hours
She must be stuck on something.
Her head looks like its spinning.
She playing a problem over in her head
I think she is just not bothered anymore,
I think she just wants this to go away.
She needs to be inspired.
But she’s getting tired.
Her yawns are getter louder.
Her future becomes cloudier.
She is suffering the classic symptoms.
She can’t see anything to do.
She’s a little uninspired,
Evidence of boredom, getting tired
Yet again she’s tapping, but now it’s her heals on the wall.
The pencil is back into her mouth.
The pad is in her hand.
She brings them together.
She makes a mark, on the pristine piece of paper.
She violently rubs the mark out again.
Creasing the paper.
She growl angrily. Chucks the paper in the bin.
She needs to be inspired.
But she’s getting tired.
Her yawns are getter louder.
Her future becomes cloudier.
She is suffering the classic symptoms.
She can’t see anything to do.
She’s a little uninspired,
Evidence of boredom, getting tired
Lets her hair down, and lumps down onto the chair.
Her elbows on the desk in front her head in her hands.
Lift her head up with new life.
She grabs at the pad, and quickly scribbles things down.
Planning is an important process she’s going through.
But with no ideas, it’s hard to communicate your feelings.
She has to gather it all up and place it into the pencil.
And now she painted a vivid picture of frustration.
She needs to be inspired.
But she’s getting tired.
Her yawns are getter louder.
Her future becomes cloudier.
She is suffering the classic symptoms.
She can’t see anything to do.
She’s a little uninspired,
Evidence of boredom, getting tired
She sits back sighing again.
And admires her work.
It’s only a plan but a good frame to work from.
Layers to build up.
When you believe in yourself, you can do anything you wish.
When you put your mind to it, you can touch the sky.
Even in the troublesome of times there’s that little light at the end of the long tunnel of life.
She knew that and now she’s touching the moon.
She was inspired.
But now she’s tired.
Her yawns are louder.
Her future is much clearer.
She has suffered the classic symptoms.
She saw something to do.
She’s was little uninspired,
Evidence of boredom, now she’s tired
Because she aimed at the moon, she got her goal.
But even if you miss it, you shall still land among the stars.
Because your dreams are never too far away from you.
They may just be around the corner.
You may never find it, or so you think.
But soon enough it will creep up on you.
It may be in disguise, but its still there.
So seek and thou shall find.
She was inspired.
But now she’s tired.
Her yawns are louder.
Her future is much clearer.
She has suffered the classic symptoms.
She saw something to do.
She’s was little uninspired,
Evidence of boredom, now she’s tired
