Unwritten Pages

The clock ticks loud but the room stays still

A broken pen and a window sill

I see the sky write stories in the clouds

The paper’s blank but my mind’s a storm

Words take shape then they twist and transform

A thousand whispers but no voice shouts

Unwritten pages

They're calling my name

A canvas waiting

A spark in the flame

Every word’s a chance

Every line’s a key

Unwritten pages

They're setting me free

The coffee’s cold but the dreams stay warm

A quiet battle with my own brainstorm

The past’s a shadow but the future shines bright

Each scratch of ink

It feels like a climb

Every stumble just the rhythm of time

The story’s mine and I’ll write it tonight

No chains

No fear

No cage

Just these unwritten pages