I was out of it for far too long
Having lost the rhythm I once had
And for a moment or two I found my gift
Various ideas made for good things
Eventual thoughts slowly returned
Ryhmes are not the path to success
Every poem written needn't not be pushed
Trickles of inpiration fell on me
Ultimately greatness peeked back inside
Rejuvenating the once dried up well
Never again shall I fall off the path
Emotions will provide the seeds that I sow
Dreams remake the fallen empire