What is said
When there is nothing to say
What is done
Where there is nothing to do
What is sung
When there is nothing to sing
Where's the laughter
Where are the words
They mock me
Linger on the tip of my tongue
On the edge of my fingertips
Nerve endings refuse to fire
Eyes, ears and mind have separated
Inspiration is on holiday indefinitely
My voice cracks, shatters
Every time I open my mouth
Where is the thought
The ultimate thought
The manifestation of dreams thought
Where
What
Why
1 comment:
your pretty good.... sonsat
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