I want to write...

I want to write,
But I feel empty.
I want to write,
But the words don't flow.
It's scary,
Am I not a writer anymore?

I want to write,
But in the mundane,
I forgot to see beauty.
I want to write,
But in the crowd,
I forgot to see what's mine.
It's scary,
Will I forget to see myself as well?

The crowded trains,
The bustling streets,
The silent trees,
Swaying in harmony.
I want to write,
But I forgot the tune.
It's scary,
What if the words never rhyme anymore?

It's time to leave,
I'll walk again,
The silent lanes,
I'll hear again,
The hornking, the fights.
Amidst that, I'll try to find my tune again...