I've lost the Mojo.

I think I'm running out of fuel.

I tried to write a new song.
But I wanted something fresh.

I sat at my piano for five hours last night, and all I came up with was a bunch of doodles of the sky. I don't exactly know what's happening, but recently, I'm always stressing on my plans for the weekend, for the month, for the year. I haven't had a chance to paint.

I'ts 12:40 AM,
I think I'll go paint.
Maybe something will come to mind...
Something like a second verse.


This is the DRAMA you've been waiting for.