The WakeIn the midst of my slumber, I shift & I stir.For something faint beckons me, of that I am sure,My eyes flutter open as I lay in the dark,Prodded suddenly awake by some unseen spark.Slowly I become aware of my restriction,My place of rest surrounds me with such constriction.Outside I know it is less confining...With the howling moon and the shining wind combining.It seems as if much time has passed whilst here I've laid,And I wonder if the world outside the same has stayed.I come to reason and I know that departed is the light,& the world that awaits is dressed in the mantle of night.Here there is little room for moveme
DCmusic - Creativity BlockCreative block is what I'm suffering,I have no idea what I'm muttering.My brain is running around insanely,While I scream and curse yelling profanely.The problem's that I am trying to come up with shit,But the light bulb above my head doesn't get lit.And I'm sitting here playing with my freakin' electronics,Oh hell I feel like I should be hooked on phonics!Angry cuz my mind is blankIt's dead its empty and it's dankNo music or words can come outI toy with notes and huff and poutPissed cuz my talent is stuckI feel like I'm outta luckMy skull right now is burning hotThe stuff inside's about to rotWords in mind wan
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