You don't actually need it,
Do you?
It's not like you don't have anything to do.
But it just... ain't right.
You don't feel like it.
You're not inspired.
How bad.
But you still try.
To draw, to write, to study and to dream.
That's just useless.
You ain't good at it.
The lines are all unnatural.
The thoughts are all confused.
Just why do you have to do it?
You just want it to end.
With the night, in your bed.
You sleep and you cry a bit.
You wasted a perfect day.
You could've built a castle
Made of cards, or of sand.
You could've written a story
About a princess
And her friends.
But you didn't,
Why didn't you?
The day that seemed so long,
Turned out to be just to short
For your inspiration to pass by
Before you went to bed.