Once upon a time I wrote good poetry
that time is gone
the magic's left my fingertips
my paint's dried up
pen's out of ink
I'm left here
with empty words
that echo painfully
while I try to tune them
nothing sounding right
Once upon a time I felt something
and it's returned
making it ever so hard
to sit still and write
to express feelings
I'd rather be out experiencing
I've caught up with the future
within all my planning
I never prepared to actually do anything
and now I'm caught in a whirlwind
spin spin spin
Once upon a time I dreamed
and now I do instead
and damn it scares me
#77
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