On Any Other Day

On any other day
The words would flow through my fingertips,
Like water through a hose in the middle of summer
On any other day
Phrases would come easily,
Their lyrical beauty
Stunning like diamonds
On any other day
Ideas would burst from my mind
Rushing like lava from the mouth of an angry volcano
Lines would swirl from my pencil,
Etched on an empty piece of paper
waiting for marks to give it meaning,
On any other day
But I am not myself today





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