So many writers with nothing to say
The same thoughts written in a differant way
Each new idea that seems so grand
Falls short of ideals and short of hand
Collapsed under weight of previous lines
Written by writers with much greater minds
The best of the best are still frozen in time
Captured through novels and occational rhyme
But what can we say that hasn't been thought
Seeking out words that were allready sought
Stuttering pens attached to a hand
Spurting out lines that couldn't be planned
Simple ideas are lost in the moment
Recaptured at night in bed-tossing torment
A million pens itching to scratch it in stone
A thousand lips parting to let out a groan
Papers are crumpled and strewn on the floor
Two poems are banished and replaced by five more
Thought and ideas that didn't sound right
Keep you up thinking half of the night
Continuous reading through every last line
Numbing the feelings that made it sublime
Few leave a legacy scribbled in gold
Everyone yearning to break through the mold
There are too many people who want to be heard
Everyone screaming to get the last word
Without the great the wisdom that must be imparted
by most of the writers whom life has regarded
So why do we struggle as "artists" through time
Hoping one day we'll perfect a great rhyme
Because we need to do something to get it all out
And explain to ourselves what life is about
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