An empty canvas lie before me, as for one final time, I pick up the pen,
Jott down a few words, lost in my mind, a masterpiece over and over again.
Memories overflood before my eyes, as I'm inspired to write,
One last time, I have the opportunity to change this place, for once do it right.
Fists as rest, with the pen I fight.
Ink smudges throughout the paper, as I try to perfect my words,
Though the scribbled lines, and tough rhymes, make it hard for 'em to be heard.
Screamin to get myself known, yet I'm still in front of a blank,
Deep within the paper, my thoughts run, they bled and sank.
I have millions of thoughts, but nothin to get 'em out,
Xept for this one sheet, one chance, to explain what life's about.
I see light in my eyes, the paper reflects, and it exposes my lies,
Ones long forgotten, burried, erased and disguiesed.
I'm askin God for one last try.
To correct my mistakes, correct my flaws,
Correct everything in the past, like breakin the law.
Been searchin for tranquility, yet I'm sick and tired,
My mind's explodin wit words, as if it's been wired.
So for now, I sit with this canvas, until I find what I need to say,
And until that time, I'll be staring into a blank, till my worries go away....
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