• xp The words won't seem to come tonight
    With weapon in hand
    Paper, pencil, and imagination fight
    Watching the grains fall through the clock of sand
    I struggle to find the inspiration within
    While looking for the perfect words
    Tired, I want to give in
    And go to my perfect dream world
    Where poetry, music, and laughter flow
    Across the sky
    From ally and foe
    But for some reason, I don't know why
    My imagination won't come to life.

    Copyright 2010 A.R.L.W.