Writers Block

See instead of thinking this is just a road, I should think this is home. My avenue, my street, my corner ... My block. If you didn't grow up around here than you don't know what it is. The news cameras don't make it here so its up to the poets and writers to express what we've seen and done. A life we never chose, for a price we never owed and When the sun goes down the night is all we'll own.... Some will never know what I know and I may never go where they've gone, but I can always imagine and create words for the next song. A little creativity and honesty goes a long way. So at home I leave here in a dream. My eyes are still open, creating a scene to paint for the viewers and listeners. So instead of a road block disrupting my thoughts. I'll create my own vision and turn into motivation. Welcome to my neighborhood....Peace