Lost
It spills through my fingers like sand through a sieve.
Inspiration, that fatal foe.
Always so close
Yet so far away.
I reach out,
As if to touch you.
I long to pull you to me.
But as I do,
You dance away.
And I am alone.
Lost,
Without my inspiration.
Alone
In the void of
Empty creativity.
Inspiration, that fatal foe.
Always so close
Yet so far away.
I reach out,
As if to touch you.
I long to pull you to me.
But as I do,
You dance away.
And I am alone.
Lost,
Without my inspiration.
Alone
In the void of
Empty creativity.