The Art of unpredictable writer

I fall asleep in my sofa while sipping the coffee
 and jaming on the songs
I try hard to beat the games on my phone 
To heard, to see, to be able to be free
I write hundred of times but can't accept a line ...
There are only few words in my dictionary... but that's not who I wanna be
I can predict my own writing just not in a way it's shining
Maybe it's just the most of the mind or Maybe I m just blind 
Or it could be my own fault to think I can write without a joke 
Because that's what it is ? 
A non sense poem without any hook or simile 
Just a plain road like a metaphor 
There is no sense in my writing just like my life 
So maybe I should just rub off this page 
... and start with new light ? 

~ Sara D. Aars

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