It pinpoints the time of genius
The time of creativity
It's how I remember it used to be
And always was
Ideas of my own creation
Words poured out onto my paper like rain
Music blasting
I find my peace
I forget about all the sad reality outside these gates
At midnight I fail to hesitate
Everything in my mind detonates
It's me
It's how I came to be
The many hours of curiosity
It's no wonder I get no sleep
There's too much of me to keep locked up
My thoughts
I plea for them to shut up!
But I have myself painted on the wall
But I have myself written on paper
I have myself to give
If not
What's the point to live?
