Hey Peeps,
So i have some music that I need/want to write but I was feeling this weird writers' blockish sort of thing. Anyway, instead of writing music or lyrics, i just wrote some words down but it kinda helped me get out of that discouraged, i don't know how to write anything i'm not creative anymore mood. Here it goes:
No more lyrics, no more rhymes
No more chords or melodies
Simply stuck here in a haze for lack of dreaming.
Everything in me is the same.
Same ideas, same concepts
Searching for newness in a recycled world.
Look to the master creator for some words
But i don't hear Him speaking
Maybe He is but I can't recognize Him
Maybe I don't like what I hear
Maybe He isn't or Maybe i'm too far way
Either way.
I'm simply stuck here.
Waiting to be pulled out of the white-washed, plastered, blank walls of my own mind.
Let me escape from here, experience.
Fill me with the thoughts that only a true creator could fathom.
What is a muse? Who is my muse?
Every word is not a lyric or is it?
Every sound is not a song or is it?
Never blocked. creation speaks volumes.
Slow down, open up, and listen.
Unlock your room door.
Get way from your strategic selfish solitude
Go outside and embrace creativity.
