IRC-Galleria

Flashes of light and the ideas shine bright
Quickly dotting down every single line
Impatiently awaiting continuation
This inspiration is like an addiction

Rushing away to get it all summed up
Sitting down and taking a deep long breath
It all came out at once, all fucked up

Thinking and thinking and sinking
And drowning in words and melodies in my head
Scribbling and solving and raping the work
By the end of this line it's as good as dead
Naught came of this and never will
This text is nothing more than a ink spill

Like a drug it hits, leaving you numb
Inventing the great, leaving it dumb
Like a dream it feels, leaving you numb
Achieving the goal, leaving it dumb

Memory lane is a strange and windy path
To walk alone yet with no memory of the past
A waste of ink and time, accomplishing no single rhyme