The Creative Process
Some days the poems literally flow
Can't hit the keys fast enough
Other days the struggle is so immense
We find it extremely tough
The creative process is a fickle thing
It can fill you with so much joy
But at times it can drive you insane
Your faith it tends to destroy
Feels like you'll never ever write again
You've used up all your words
For the rest of you're life, no more poems
They've flown like a flock of birds
Then you wake one day, your head overflows
Again, you can't type fast enough
Crazy is what I call this creative process
But love it no matter how tough,
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