her block...(maya pt 2)

she has wondered often... about the times she can't write...

her block...(maya pt 2)

there's no music in my life today
no song to explain the cause of the day

an uncharacteristic emptiness of thought inside
or so maya , two years later,leads herself to believe
understand that you lost the right to deride
the day when you found your first word to write

there is an overwhelming urge to think
to give direction to a chaos that reigns
to find one milestone pointing towards light
to prove wrong these self blames

but sometimes life's like chalk on slate
where each single day can be wiped away
all then that is left are memories
of lines and songs that could've been mindtrees

there's no music in my life today
no song to explain the cause of the day
into this inexplicable silence why i foray

i think maybe today... i have nothing to say.