Poem I wrote.

The sun streaks down onto me like yesterday's gaze;
Full of hope, rife with despair, its relentless cheer razing at my eyes, my face;
A phrase: many words tumble around my head,
Or a musical passage, melodies and harmonies intermingling;
Form a brutal massage, battering the mist into shape
Only for the newly coalesced thoughts to fight back;
Like the morning fog, or shifting desert sands, plans and emotions vanish;
Until they return in a storm, with a mocking leer and glaring eyes;
"If you think you can do better, prove it;
Quit the lies!"

Just wrote down how I was feeling, hope someone likes it feels a bit abstract but that's the mood I'm in.