I am struggling with a slump for writing new songs so I did an exercise in writing about being blocked. Here is the result:
Mystified
Stupefied
Simply stunted
Generation of ideas
Escapes my mind
Pouring over unsteady thoughts
Without anything brought
Blockade
Roadblock
Writer’s cramped
Purification of ideas
Escapes my mind
Pouring over unsteady thoughts
Without anything brought
The question begs when
Where have my thoughts been
It always starts with begun
And all I have to do is sung:
“All I have to do”
Mystified
Stupefied
Simply stunted
Generation of ideas
Escapes my mind
Pouring over unsteady thoughts
Without anything brought
The question begs when
Where have my thoughts been
It always starts with begun
And all I have to do is sung:
“All I have to do”
Mystified
Stupefied
Simply stunted
Generation of ideas
Escapes my mind
Pouring over unsteady thoughts
Without anything bought
Or sold – Or sold – Or sold
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Now playing on Windows Media Player: Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald
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