SOMETHING JUST LIKE THAT....

I pick up my pen to pour it all
Pour out the throbbing thoughts
Resistance is huge and the efforts are small
In no time, the mind is full of clots.
The cause is a mystery, the reason is unknown
All these traits had never been shown
Smiles are shrinking and so is the mind
Once so wide- eyed but now so blind.
My pen is handicapped, cant pour anymore
My mind was a playful beach, now a storm struck shore
Strutting ahead, avoiding this aura is tough
Need to fight it, not let it be a handcuff.