Chasing the words like chasing the wind

Condemned from the outset

I can't quite grasp

(those) vanished shreds of ideas

Lost in my own thoughts

I'm in over my head

Do I ask too much of myself

Or am I just too weak

To Overcome

I lost my voice

In stifled screams

Bring colour to this grey

Empty Page

Settle my thoughts

Get hold of illusive figments

Got carried away

And came to deadlock with that

Too soon again

Plagued by recurrent self-doubt

Left with no choice

But to fill this overwhelming void

I'm left with no choice

Fill this void