my guitar

I'm sat here with my guitar

looking at the strings

strumming with my fingers

wishing I were in a swing

playing through the wind

just moving,



swaying through the storm

thats raging in my brain

and making my head sting

I'm looking at my sketch book

I've got the design in my head

but my fingers are locked




they won't move or make sense

I'm thinking now looking back

I feel so dense

I can't write I can't draw

I can't understand this confusion

I am utterly tense