I tried to write about love and hope,
But the words just didn't flow,
I understand what I'm supposed to do, but my mind still said no,
My mood is stuck on pissed, and I can't change the channel,
My heart used to be like clay, now it's as hard as enamel,
That just leaves my soul and conscience,
Like two old men holding conference,
Playing Chess in the park,
Slow and wise, with one move, they provide a spark,
To my brain to find the reason and beauty in things,
And motivate my heart to listen when the world sings,
My mood follows suit, based on the rest of my body's proof,
And suddenly I'm writing again, smiling, and speaking the truth.