Music explodes in your head,
It makes you dream the dreams that make you fall out of bed,
It makes you wish you could tell the tale in in your brain,
Make it even better than the end,
But its just to much for you to comprehend,
You want to twist the words to make your own story,
You try to relate it to your life,
You mess with words and bend the already bended,
You try to do this all day till you have what you want,
Like a black smith has made his knife,
You try to make it better,
but slowly lose your patients,
You look at it over and over and review your other creations,
You put it on a wall or in a frame,
But you still look at it just the same,
You look at it, then your self, and feel disapointment,
Who are you to blame?
Its good in others eyes,
You need self worth,
Finish the unfinished,
Feel the unfelt,
Grab it and hold it,
Because like a snowflake,
It will melt,
So grab it,
And keep it,
Or lock it away,
Look at it,
And hold it,
So there it will stay.
