The+Sea+of+Emergence

Inversion of syntactical English Other cool stuff

I cannot think, I cannot write at all I broke my only pencil on my head Scattered I saw  the pieces in the hall Where I must search until I find more lead My favorite pencil, shattered like my mind Surely there exists a better way out Of my past failures I don’t need remind All I wanted was to unravel doubt Then it hits me, a tin can and a thought Trapping and pulling me back to this place The black market where ideas are bought But you don’t want to know how they are made From this corridor to the unknown street Burdened by a story  so incomplete