My mind...


 

It's all full of elliptical illusions,   

  which often appear in my dreams.

But I have come to the conclusion,

  my dreams are sadly, my reality.

My mind starves of creativity,

  when I'm surrounded by locked doors.

"All is lost, I'm giving up."

  It appears I've gotten bored.

I had, then lost all great ideas,

  I cannot let them be free.

I've been stuck for too damn long,

  I've lost all my creativity.