The Levee (writers block)
My pen's growing heavy.
I have nothing to say.
Thoughts behind a levee;
I pray it will give way.
I'm backing up with emotions,
and I have no words to comply.
I'm drifting through the minds oceans
while all my memories float by.
I can feel mirages in the distance.
They are my intuitions rhythmic flow.
I will choose the tide of most resistance
for I know it's the only way to grow.
To stay calm and collected is what it will take.
Hope and strength pass through me guiding me with their wake,
it's here I see the truth in what I need to make,
my own inspired wave; and now the levee shall break.
(syllable sets: 6-8-10-12)
I have nothing to say.
Thoughts behind a levee;
I pray it will give way.
I'm backing up with emotions,
and I have no words to comply.
I'm drifting through the minds oceans
while all my memories float by.
I can feel mirages in the distance.
They are my intuitions rhythmic flow.
I will choose the tide of most resistance
for I know it's the only way to grow.
To stay calm and collected is what it will take.
Hope and strength pass through me guiding me with their wake,
it's here I see the truth in what I need to make,
my own inspired wave; and now the levee shall break.
(syllable sets: 6-8-10-12)
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