The Novelist

I am tireless but it feels like a need of sleep

I've only got sheep to count instead of hours slept

Yet I'm mute so I'll let my feather speak

So you would better be listening

I am writting what I truelly think

There's no flourish, just a darkened sheet

You will see no flourish, just a sat man thinking

The words are carved on me, and words after words, I'm

still pensive

I am tired of this but you should read beyond the

letters

Yet I'm mute so I'll let my feather speak

So you would better be listening

Yet I'm mute so I'll let my feather speak

So you should pay more attention

And I won't feed the hounds of my head

I will never let you define me

I will never lie to ease something

I swear I'll never regret a single thing

A single thing

The words are carved on me, and words after words, I'm

still pensive

I am tired of this but you should read beyond the

letters I have written

We all fail before setting sails

So just stand for something

We all fail before setting sails

We all need to stand for something

We all fail before setting sails

So just stand for something