Tick tock, there's a countdown
Me and my pen and the page says nothing
Revert back to basics, rhythm and rhyme and diction
Internal divides, I hesitate, my head slides
Melodic distractions, all of my thoughts and actions fall

The mind eradicates the words
Syllabic consonance in nouns and verbs
The lines continuously blurred

Forwards and back again,
Continuing to pretend,
It's not a means to an end,
Running in circles in straight lines

I try to communicate
The feelings I demonstrate
My head in its current state
Tick tock the time keeps ticking by

Emotions and stories past
Are flashing by vividly
And yet I can't seem to see
The way to turn these into lines

And just when I think I've found
A topic of resonance
That fits with the melody
The music shifts and changes time

This task is testing my resolve and the tip of my tongue sits firmly in my mouth
Finding it difficult to sing to this tune so I think it's best if I shout

You gave my eloquent advice when you said just write what you think you have to
To find the strategies in mind when you've made your mind up on what lies before us

Today, today is not the day when we find a way through what lies before us
You bring a quiet reckoning to the idea of this verse and this chorus

I hope that there will come a day when we find a way to put this behind this
The words dictated on the page have the hidden rage that blisters and blinds us

This task is testing my resolve and the tip of my tongue sits firmly in my mouth
Finding it difficult to sing to this tune so I think it's best if I shout.