Unbind My Mind

An empty mind

of an artist

is hard to unwind

it's like taking the lights

from the blind.

Inspiration is scarce

yes, it is a bit rare

to find when an

artist's mind 

is in a bind.

Much sorrow they feel

when their imagination is still

it's like an emotion that can not be expressed

Oh, how I feel so stressed

from this difficult rest

oh, how coy how quick

it takes the joy from my stick.

My empty mind is not at ease

it's like a hive of bees.

the nights are so long

just as the days

so, I'll sing a sing

I'll start to pray.

Then, what was once lost

has finally been discovered

my mind is tossed

into a large cupboard

filled with gold just like he told.

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