This is Something about ............Something!!

(Originally written on a clean piece of paper)

Sitting on a place high above the ground,
Look at the sky, listen to the music, make no sound.
Empty mind is what I have,
And the devil keeps knocking for a nap.
I wonder what kind of mind the devil has,
Does he have an empty thinking like mine?
Or does he think what perfect disorder can he cause this time?
Anyway I got rid of the devil,
And got some and paper,
Sat down to write something.
I look at the paper with the pen in my hand,
The paper looks so perfect when it is empty.
I feel like I am a butcher, the pen my knife,
And the paper looking at me and saying,
“I am too young to die; I have some children and a wife”.
I wonder, is this where they get the idea,
That a pen is mightier than a sword?
And then it happens, I write the first word.
Expected to see blood, oh how I wanted to see blood,
But the paper didn’t bleed, no it was not what it was meant for,
The paper didn’t put up a fight too,
It doesn’t have life, I got the clue,
But I can feel it is talking to me,
Making my own words ring in my ears,
Making me afraid of me,
Making me aware of my most fearful fears,
What should I do now?
I cannot run nor do I want to hide,
I think I can put up a fight.
At least I can try, I was optimistic.
I don’t know is it good to be a warrior,
Or am I better off like a coward.
And then a miracle happens,
The ringing of the phone never felt sweeter.
What a nightmare, I thought.
I crumpled up the paper and threw it away,
I know it cannot be perfect again.