Pen and Paper

Pick up a pen, pick up a paper

To once again try your best to beat your best,

but that wicked whisper in you rhead bids you to remember,

that of them all, you are the biggest failure

Close your eyes, plug your ears,

try as you might, it does not go disappear,

It cuts at your heart like self-esteem clipping shears,

but whatever you do, whatever you say,

it just won't obey as it stirs up your fears,

So look forward, not behind,

look forward, not left or right,

If you do, peace you will find,

when you glimpse morning's first light,

Because night nerver stays unless invited,

and lies cannot stand where truth is believed,

Night flees, when morn's rays are sighted,

and you of your oppressive lies will be relieved.