Staring at that white sheet, not knowing what to write

But yet I just keeping hoping I’ll think of something right

I try to brainstom ideas

But my mind just draws nothing

I hope that I could finally make a name for myself

Instead of beind another person on the shelf

You have P.A. and T.E. but no room for LK137

Even If I stare at this white sheet forever

Me giving up will be never