Poems, poems, everywhere.
How do i write? How do i care?
Teach me, oh elite ones!
How do i write without the sun?
How do i care for a song already sung?

Poems, poems, everywhere,
The longer I stare,
it becomes a game of truth or dare,
How can you be so carefree and share?
I can't cuz life's not fair.

Poems, poems, everywhere,
I wish I had inspiration but all i have is despair.

- Mariyam Saigal