I left no stone unturned
I looked high and low
In every nook and corner
But search with all my might
My mind yields no ideas.
For all my knowledge and reason
I lack what is called
Imagination
And inspiration, and insight.
It was to no avail
All my piercing and probing
And rummaging and prying
For I could find nothing
But a bare emptiness
A void, a vacuum
Extending ceaselessly
Into perpetual, boundless space.
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I drew the short stick with imagination too. I really like this it's cool. I left no stone unturned I looked high and low In every nook and corner But search with all my might My mind yields no ideas. good lines... creative lines. Becca