writers block

Staring at the page, but the thoughts won’t flow, Mind’s a desert, feelin’ lost in the glow, Heartbeat thumpin’, but my pen’s on pause, Chasin’ inspiration, but I’m stuck in the fog. Late nights, bright lights, but I’m feelin’ the strain, Ideas in my head, but they’re trapped like a chain, Scrollin’ through the verses, but they all feel the same, Trapped in this cycle, man, it’s driving me insane. Used to paint pictures, now I’m lost in the hues, Searching for the vibe, but I’m runnin’ on fumes, Echoes of my dreams, they whisper in the dark, But the spark’s gone cold, can’t ignite with a spark. Yeah, I’m cruising through the desert, got the sun on my back, Arabic letters shining, got that holy script intact, Whispers in the wind, tellin’ stories of the past, Name of Jesus on my lips, blessings coming fast. Spice in the air, every step feels divine, Miracles in motion, can you feel the design? From the sands to the stars, I am Tracy