Set Free

When was the last time I looked up
And gave the moon a second look
When did I last collect roses
Or danced under the stars
Just ‘cause I could.

Why did I ever give up inspiration
For practicality, simplicity
When it’s nothing of worth
I only live life now
Wanting more.

If I sold my soul for this stability,
I'd give it back, hope for the best
And pray God for the ability
To write again and be
Set free.
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I have been having such a hard time writing like I used to.
But you know, one must never give up.
Even if shit sounds like shit.