No more waste of precious time,
Thinking of some clever rhythms
Sitting at the computer,
Fingers pressed softly against the keys
Waiting for some magic, to slowly fill me
Everything is always the same,
The writing scrawled upon the page
Love, heartbreak and decisions
Hate, pain and anger
The sweet serenity of stillness,
And, the dulling numbness of agony.
Nothing changes,
Nothing changes...
So, wonder slowly creeps
Why do I still keep hope alive?
Why do I still bother when all the magic is dead?
The answer hides behind the doors of my soul,
Waiting for that question to be posed
Well, because I dream of that day,
When it'll all come back to me
The spark of pure genius, the flicker of desire
That piece that gives me courage, strength and want
To continue, to live freely through silent words
Carefully written upon a page
However, until that day
The words linger just out of my reach
And there is nothing left to say
Until that day,
I am speechless,
Waiting and waiting patiently
For inspiration to hit
As it had, once upon a time.
Until that day,
Until that day...
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