And then to him the obvious difference strikes..
His story is written while the other he writes
The writer comes to reality from his thoughts many
Still confused and stuck… seeking ideas if any!

The writer wants to write
But words are rare…
His thoughts are lost
He is painfully aware….

He has lost the writer in him, the one who could write
For now the words written just don’t seem right!
Losing his grip on reality, losing his grip on life
The writer still attempts to write, another worthless strife!