dreamt thoughts

Somewhere but i cant place it

I'm sitting here
Thinking what can I write
And nothing is crossing my mind.
Not a single shooting star is crossing the bleakness that is my mind.
I often wonder what it would be like without these moments of drainage.
When you have nothing left in you to put on paper
And you feel like a wrung out piece of cloth.
There's no cracks of light streaming in
I'm on the edge of insanity but I have to prevail
My shoes are worn and my feet are tired
But I can't stop
Not now
Not when I've got so much to work for.
My life support is low and I'm on the hunt for more
And I'll find it and come back better than ever.