Writer's Block

Nothing good to write about
Just watching time tick down
As the boredom sweeps right through the room
My whereabouts are down
Seeping the life right out of my veins
The complacency remains
And all that’s left is me second guessing
Which road will lead to fame?

Working out till the brink of exhaustion
Every waking day
Cause without working out there’s no point getting up
More than words can say
Daydreaming for a better tomorrow
These dreams are broken and so fucking hollow
Like who to care for, who to follow
Down this yellowbrick road

Writer’s block forget me not
I don’t understand now
I thought freedom was free?
I paid the price, I’m just trying to write
But everything seems to get deleted in vein
Trying to broaden my vocabulary
It’s gotten to me, involuntarily
Subconscious thoughts keeping me up
It’s time to start over brand new and fresh

No matter how bad it gets I know God is right by me
Throughout these trials he’s right there beside me
And I might fall down from time to time
But I’ll never stop trying
To make this ship sail straight
Right through the narrow corridor
And into the winds of change
Cause I know there could be so much more
Than what I have to currently show for
An empty bank account, an empty stomach
But on the inside, I’m content
I got my problems, hey everyone’s got them
Mine are just condensed