December 29, 2011
There isn't a thought inside my head.
I dream of nothing as I lay in bed.
Not a thing to think of,
Not a single thing to love,
Inspiration simply refuses to come.
I dwell in the boredom
Of every day, just getting by.
My old stories tell a lie
Of the tale I never finished.
My new thoughts have been fished
From a time were words just flowed
So easily, but I guess my lyrics are owed
To my struggle to find
Words to fill my empty mind.

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