My mind is a lyrical mess.

Flowing from my fingertips,

On to the page in front of me.

Without it I wouldn’t be me.

I wouldn’t tick.

I wouldn’t take risks.

I would be a blank canvas.

Showing nothing.

I would be emotionless.

I paint my world with music,

Because without it,

Its like I’m a ticking time bomb.

Bottling up my emotions,

Until I’m ready to explode.

It’s like staring at a blank wall,

or walking down an empty street.

It’s lifeless.