I can’t even concentrate on this
It’s overthought, anticipated
The pen ink is running dry
It’s been thrown to paper and wasted
Creativity has been blocked and overtasted
Maybe in time I’ll appreciate it Hold on, hold on We’ll be with you soon
These papers are stuck in this book
Until they’re torn out and pasted
To the inside of my memory
Where I can later look and see them in a new gallery
Where they can later be viewed and appreciated
Hold on, hold on We’ll be with you soon
We’ll be with you
Longing for what has been lost
Longing for what hasn’t been obtained
It’s a small cost
We’ve got the past, lost the future, only now we wait
Hold on, hold on We’ll be with you soon
We’ll be with you