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.