I feel it setting in again
Like the common cold invading again
That which cramps my writing hand
WRITERS BLOCK
Running on empty
Ideas running thin
Ambition on 'E'
Anything I come up with
just seems shabby
I cant even write about me
Feeling chained down
No longer free
My creativity is shackled to the frozen, fickle air
What I wouldnt give to be unbound
Something needs to agitate (shake) me back into my fluidity
INSPIRATION PLEASE COME FIND ME! !
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