One more sentence

But there's no more words left.

Can you explain it?

Your mind is quiet. 

The music didn't die, poetry did. 

Grab your pen. 

And another

There's your weapon.

Now pick your shield

Here's a book.

Now write

Write your perfect battle

Your war

But don't end it so soon

Run out of ink 

Start again.

You're running out of time

Your power, lessening

So avenge your love

Love of words

And word your stories

Just re-use words

Because nothing is new

It just reruns into now

Just stop your mind

Fast forward your pen

Read aloud.