Fueled by purpose

Hey can you help me?

Because I don't know where to go after here.

This place is my prison and nah it isn't a state of mind or is it,

an entrapment of spark flares of inspired soul.

So I gave up in the world and under going another construction in the glamoured repair at this stop.

Problem is,

My objective has gotten so far,

that I got lost,

the words come out better when my brain waves slow down.

Usually when everyone else is asleep.

It's like being able to find your stuff after a party or stampede.

I've been told that you can't sleep when you're getting close to figuring out your dreams.

So my mind is free cage,

unlock no writers block,

my fingers bleed black words flowing to a once blank canvas that was myself,

so had to accept it.