While searching for the truth in verse, it seems I lost my way.
When passion turned into a chore, the meaning fell away.
My tongue was sharpened to a point, the lines I worked so fine.
But now I dip into a well, which seems to come up dry.
Keep searching. Burn the candle through the night.
This pursuit will survive.
Keep dreaming. Answers in the morning light.
Alive and burning bright.
Now butchered on the writer's block, this blood flows thick like ink.
I'm torn apart to feed the crowds I summon when I over think.
I have no terms to win their favour; I'm at a loss for words.
But still committed to endeavour, I mumble and I slur.
Keep searching. Burn the candle through the night.
This pursuit will survive.
Keep dreaming. Answers in the morning light.
Alive and burning bright.
Unable to engage, it feels like I'm losing touch.
I'm shouting at the top of my lungs, but I don't seem to be saying much.
There's a blinking light, and it's waiting for me.
Now at the end of the tunnel, I find the truth in irony.
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