An Idea

Maybe I'm full of anger, sitting in my room
With nothing to do but to sit and to fume
Or maybe I'm sad, this life's bad, I don't want it
When something just clicks and I'm lost in the moment.

Like an adrenaline rush, or a sudden spark
A match being lit in the dark.

The music turns on and it plays in my head
I just have to write what it said
The lyrics are done, and the song is not far...
So I reach to grab my guitar.