Papers shattered out of sorrow
Who must have done this?
Only one who's got a blank mind...
What must have been the piss?
Scarcity; ideas ain't up for borrow
On a stroll to ease off pains
This head of mine seems to be stuffed
I think I just need a relaxed mind...
Just then came slaps with ideas stamped
On a run, there are ideas in chains
"Oh man! I've got ideas bridled"
Who has seen my journal?
I've got to unbound the ideas on mind...
Huh! At last, its now in journal
And these shattered papers are handled