Haven't written in a while
It's as though something inside of me just faded you know died down
Washed out and faded away
I don't want to admit it's gone
I'm just trying to blame it all on life...
The normal stereotype of life draining you
I've got dreams that fill my heart
Plagues that roam my mind and a draft that never fades
The hopes I had for a future brighter than this
Dreams that existed in my head and on these pages I share with you
Dreams that will never come true
Because what is a writer to do with their words if not write
Or an artist to do without their brush but create
What is a parent to do with a child if not love
In the end who are we without the things that complete us
And who am I without my talent
Somehow I always find my way back here

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