For the person who gets dragged down by society and feels they can't tap into inspiration. You can always tap in somehow.
Today I met a storm, and It washed away my muse, It left my mind dripping thoughts, In an ocean, to drown in blues My tender became too steep, Became the obedient moan, Became a ferocious lost “Yes” That slowly turned to stone. I’m now a parking violation, A brief interval in the way, I’m now a wonderfully weak dot From a pen to destroy each day.
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