This composition is just nothing,
Don't know why I'm writing;
Its for rthym and melody,
At times when I'm moody;
I should sing a song,
That's what I wanna prolong;
Then that made me frustrated,
The truth of being ungifted;
I shouldn't feel so unlucky,
That won't make me happy;
But I wish I could create,
A thing that would vibrate;
Yet humans have limitation,
It's end of my subdivision;
Don't know if its acceptable,
I've always make things crumble;
So I'm going to write,
Poetry in no pure bright;
Cause I have found,
I'll never stop fooling around;
I wanna be a rockstar,
Suppose I'll come that far;
Someday I'll venture that world,
Without anyone being hurled;
Though it was all a mystery,
For wanting something I'm sorry;
But instead of guitar I know,
I'll hold pencil for sure;
