I can't even concentrate on this
It's over thought, anticipated
The pen ink is running dry
It's been thrown to paper and wasted
Creativity has been blocked and over tasted
Maybe in time, I'll appreciate it

Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon

These papers are stuck in this book
Until they're torn out and pasted
To inside of my memory
Where I can later look
And see them in a new gallery
Where they can later be viewed and appreciated

Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon
We'll be with you soon

Longing for what has been lost
And longing for what hasn't been obtained
It's a small cost
Forgot the past
Lost the future
Only now remains

Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon
We'll be with you