I find it hard to think of something worthy thats worth writing.....

These words are hard to put to parchment, words are thoughts and thoughts are ink , in messy blotches that scatter scrawl up and over the wall and I find it hard to think and put lyrics to a beat, yet a couple months ago I was writing books and books poetry , crafting up a musical symphony for an orchestra, of course ya think I stupid and dumb and you , you put me back a few , cause fuck the dreams I had and the goals I reached , just unravelling the knot whilst I'm traveling up this rope okay maybe not