Stuck

Hmmmmm.... He sits and wonders, wonders and sits...
Bridged in a gap of troubled thoughts that don't quite fit
Stuck, wedged, no escape from her dream... his nightmare
Fighting, struggling... trying to make himself aware
Too dope, too cool, too much, too soon
Yet too smart, too beautiful, too rare of a jewel
He's thinking , tapping, writing pen in hand
sketching, drawing his thoughts, words travel down his hand
Over his knuckles and through his fingers stopping at the tip
Transferring to the ink becoming blotched and thick
Darkened and soiled at the exit they stop
No ink, no words, blank paper no pop
The fireworks, the passion had traveled back towards the top
His arm, attached to his mind and heart won't let out
I guess he's stuck....