Frustration

Not enough time

There's no inspiration

My thoughts've run dry

In this situation

I'd do anything to bring it back

But the words refuse to come

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I can sense

The rhythm inside

And the tune in my head

My emotions collide

Because of those simple, dragging words

And they beat me like a drum

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Caged by the frustration

It refuses to coincide                           

 

The End

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