I don't know what to write.
The sheet still clean
And the pen unshaken in my hand.
It all because my mind is empty.
There is a lot of things to be told,
Lot of things to be shown,
But the sheet still white and the pen unmoved.
It all because my mind is empty.
Once a wise man told me that it is normal to happen.
Sometimes the ideas just gone,
But one day they'll come back,
And the sheet will be fill with the pen's ink.
But now, at this moment
The sheet is clear and the pen unmoved
It all because my mind is empty.
By Herbie
