Tapped out of ideas completely
Unsure of what to write
They simply won’t come neatly
Thoughts scrabbled and out of sight
What is wrong with my creativity?
Where has my muse gone on vacation?
Which way did my imagination flee?
Who stole my inspiration?
Running through valleys green,
Sprinting across deserts dry,
Swimming into oceans unseen
Each object and motion, inspiration to a degree
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