Inspiration, it isn’t easy to find
when trapped in a mental prison, metal cages surrounding your mind.
What do you do when your dreams are too big,
and there’s a critic in your mind saying you can’t do shit?
There’s a void attached to every aspect of my life.
But what good is a future when you’re not one to strive?
The weight of my world is on my shoulders like Atlas;
Sittin’ and daydreamin’ instead of paying attention in class.
Dreams within dreams, like Leo in Inception;
Spin that little totem and sitting here stressin’,
About my future, my dreams, my expectations
vs. realities that always seem to make themselves present;
like a gift, one you never wanted in the first place,
Leave me to my fantasies I’m going at my own pace.
Don’t tell me it’s impossible, the word itself says it’s not;
I need something to believe in, so I can go & give myself a shot.
Someday, I’ll learn to give up on that stage fright;
curtains up, fans screamin’, name up in bright lights.
Immortalized at twenty-three, gonna be forever young,
Make sure that the headlines speak any words I left unsung.
Trying to speak my mind, but this is when words fail me;
Pen put to paper, but the inkwell comes up empty.

- © Mar