destinysWalrus

Today I took my pencil And started to think Now what should I write about? Love? I'm sick of it Death? Too boring to read Feelings? I'm done with it I lie on the floor and start to sing Something so sad and something so sweet No need to write it down It's everything But nothing about Melody is quite simple As it comes from the heart You might think I'm tearful But no, I am not Too many reasons why I'm here Too many questions unrelieved So many people should just leave Away, get vanished, disappear I'm still holding pencil in my hand Not writing, not trying to understand But I'm singing to feel something new Something weird, som