Scene after scene

I fade away… and blend in the end

But when will I see them?

When Will I be able to write the whole thing?

You tell me! I don’t know

I honestly hate this.

I am no writer (at all)!

People tell me “I like this”

(but these are lies from all)

Scene after scene,

One and the same sentences:

“Why haven’t you done this?”

-          “Because I cannot possibly care less!”

And then, after a while

With the music turned to the maximum

And if the anger’s enough… it awakes some Style…

As I hear the sways of the pendulum

I find the sound, the words, the chorus

Of that something I’ve started…

Sometimes from a word or a phrase

I have to make a whole poetical craze

Just to feel better

And yet, I never do. And it feels like forever…

When will I take all my pain and anger out and let go from it?

When will I say “I am proud that I made it!”

Never!

I will try to create the Best Scene… forever!