Wheres the magic gone
is it all lost?
did the spark of the fire start?
what happened?
what was the cost?
is there any inspiration here
just give me a moment
let me see if i can write a single phrase
if so is this the place?
No inspiration do i find here,
no windows to let in the sun
the story ended before it begun
walk into the door of the next
and give it a test
theres a window,
there is the sun...
i sit down and write a prose
and find that this is the place to be