I'm not focused
My mind wonders
I'm chosen
There is thunder

Sprinkles of rain
I'm a goner
Red roses are pain
I'm not stronger

My paper is blank
Just like my mind
My lips are dry
My voice is gone

I'm shaking as I write
I'm worried
I'm not feeling fine
I'm lost....

I take my time
I do things right
Or so I thought
I'm still not done