I have nothing to write about
my mind blank and empty
my soul filled with plenty
of hope, joy and aspirations
to inspire and be an inspiration
to be happy and content with no limitation
to do right with care and determination
I remember my times of desperation
crying under sheets
for people out on the streets
for people sad in their sec-
ret thoughts and deceits
for myself, who often feels like a counterfeit
even though I know I don't cheat
and there's no one else like me in this sweet
world
Although, now my minds clearer in isolation
there's still need for hesitation
in this situation of our generation
in which every solution, gives a new combination
of chaos and regulation, experiment and sophistication, equality and discrimination
contentment in yourself is the foundation
don't try to prove it to others, but give yourself validation
try it and see the implication
and once it's bursting out of you, send out the invitation
I guess that's how all things have their origination
the beginning bare? but the end joy and celebration
