Sitting down at my desk I grab a pencil,
prepared to draw to my heart's content,
But than I Freeze, I have doubt in me,
Slowly..I put everything back..
It's that art block, it keeps me wide awake,
it's that art block, every line and stroke I make,
Can't finish a single thing, inspiration is gone,
Motivation ran along, so I stay there, hand in hand with my art block..
Trying to draw what I love,
becomes a struggle when there is nothing in my head,
I try to figure instead, or try to improvise but well, it's my imagination that dead..
So I close my book..and drop my pencil and pen..
It's that art block, it keeps me wide awake,
it's that art block, every line and stroke I make,
Can't finish a single thing, inspiration is gone,
Motivation ran along, so I stay there, hand in hand with my art block..
It won't stop and it won't go,
no matter how I cry when I know the creativity won't flow,
I'll keep trying..I'll keep imagining...and I won't stop, no I won't stop, until I know, until I can, let that emotion flow with every line and every stroke.