Of longing for what's lost
Or worse, of longing for what's never been
I hate the way it makes me
Though sometimes it leads to good
When I turn it into words for you to read
I know this thought is scattered
As I'm writing to you now
No rhymes or punctuation to latch onto
The meter fluctuates
But for the most part remains steady
And the message could be best described as "lame"
But to me it's always worth it
When I finish what I start
Though I usually can't make it past a week
When I'm writing every day
I eventually spark
An idea that's worth sharing with the world
And so I keep on writing
Even when I'm not inspired
And hope that you'll forgive me in the long run
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