When Words Fall Flat
I could do this once With the heart of a poet Words flowing like wine Now they come slowly And with painstaking effort A tune played off key Where has my gift gone Or when did I bury it Beneath my despair The scenery shifts Presenting inspiration I remain tongue tied For most life goes on And it does for me as well But I lack something Lack the words to say Lack the stage to say them on And lacking the (drive)(will) I crumble like stone A cliche wasting away Feeling worldbound The Bard adds these words "We are here gasping for air, smothered by nothing."