I Don't Know
A serious case of writer's block;
My mind is empty.
Where have the words gone?
No more inspiration to tempt me.
I look to the world,
But it's of no use.
My mind is wound tight;
I can't let loose.
Perhaps I'll sit here;
Wait for the mood to strike me.
That moment when I'll get ideas,
I'll open my eyes and see.
Then I'll have words
And emotions to spare.
I'll capture your heart
And make you love it and care.
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