75 Lost

My hands are yearning to sketch

My soul is longing to search

Aching to write, my restless mind thinks

To express its feelings, my heart never skips a beat.

 

Everything I want to do

To start, I know not how to

I will explode if it ain’t done

All the ideas now begone.

 

Finding who I am

I am who I’m not

Wake me up in this dream

Jack of all trades, master of none.

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