Luyện nghe bài hát In Empty Phrases

Here I am in my
In my full of words
searching for patterns that will give life to a line
My poetry is frozen it's beginning to melt
The solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts down
Sentence after in a language not mine
of point no direction
A jigsaw where no fit
I envy the writers and the poets who know the way to the places poetry
There is no if you never sow
So I beg, steal and wherever I go
If words like music this would be a book
But this is not worth the time that it took
Not even a novel just a self-pity tale written by that always will

So very inside
That's why I hide it in the empty