Can't Find The Words

I just can't seem to find the words tonight.
Everything sounds overplayed
and even flows are far and few.
Trying desperately to force these creations
from my foggy misty mind
Oh, why must tonight be the night?

I just can't seem to find the words tonight, yet
I will always wake unto a tomorrow.
A second chance at redeeming myself,
the beautiful order of words I mold.
Yet I'm afraid this certain tomorrow will never come,
and I will merely metaphorically create another.

I just can't seem to find the words tonight,
though inspiration is nearlyall but overflowing.
Memories and dreams, ideas, whatifs,
Love I had, have, and wish for, but what
do I really know about love? Simply, enough.

Or maybe I am imagining it all, anyway.
It seems logical enough, I think.
There are simply too many words
in this foggy misty mind of mine.
Although, I wouldn't know, for
I just can't seem to find the words tonight