And i feel like 

Like an empty basket

filled finally with apples

but theres no sugar 

just the sour sound of hope

as i stretch out my hands

and tiggle my claws 

pulling on the leather 

my skin is not hiding any tones

as my notes are unreadable.

I could make it easy 

but i never do 

I could let go 

but i never will 

These images running trought my head

these ideas

and everything i want to write 

its there and the next moment its gone

and im stuck with this hesitation 

cause i cant find a way to 

put it on paper 

im like a broken typewriter

maybe i just lost my memory card.