memories of the distant past
get blurry while going fast
they become a sea of white
the future glum and dark is night
the harder i try not wondering why
becoming more sly no rules apply
all that i do and all that i am
sending to you what i cannot stand
that is namely words without form
writing on subjects like love that's forelorn
memories become cliche with each passing second
more and more rhymes without meaning i reckon
without foundations they crumble
under their own weight to rubble
the problem of writing without love
with no heart for the art you can't get a start
hate the work you are working
the words you are wording
the ideas you idealize
the script that you scribble
no one can understand since those words from your head
mean less and less and i hope instead
you write from the heart
and get a damn good start
and play your part
and don't be so smart
write what you're thinking
think what you're writing
say what you're loving
love what you're saying
and don't write in awful unintelligible chunks.
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