Dear Inspiration
Dear inspiration
Thanks for leaving me alone
At my time of need
And thanks to a dead muse
I’m stuck in front of 1000 doors
With no keys
As if I was hungry with greed
You cut down all my trees
And took the cool breeze
Far away from me
But I need that to be able to breathe
Slowly killing all my beautiful views
Ripping them out of my imagination
Making it a colorless empty space
Leaving me in lost frustration
With no hope to even chase
Let my feelings speak
If they stay locked up
I become weak
Dear Inspiration
I'm on my knees
Send me your magic
Please