Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
Do you ever wake up with the feeling that a lot is lost
It's summer but you still feel the frost
Everything and everyone is around
But you still can't listen a sound
It's not your life but a trap
You are actually a piece of crap
Your to do list is overflowing
Your courage to start something is slowly going
It's not like you have to start afresh
But where you are standing now, seems nothing more than a mess
Your ambitions are enthusiastically parading
Even though all your motivation is fading
You are somehow willing to leave
But just too scared to believe
Supporting hands seems to tease
Ah! hope you knew, who you want to please
Feel like you have an empty soul
You are too tired to feel not only this but all
You want to speak
Although you are scared that your secret of being a coward might leak
You are not a loser, ofcourse
But you also know that a winner doesn't have such remorse