What if that was the last good one?

Out of ideas

And inspiration for the rest of days.

Unable to write anything of worth

One piece of crap after another

Abandoned by the Muse

A victim of writer’s block.

I better write another

Here and now

Just to prove

I still have it.

I can’t quite believe inertia,
One day this ball will stop
Stop me from the future
Held so dear by you
Your view paints it like crystal
But I’ve been fooled before
By tarot cards behind the bars
Where I drank till my doom was true

God’s way isn’t pain,
That’s not what we believe
Take that needle from your brain,
It will only make you bleed

Discomfort is your friend,
But your knife cuts too deep
Don’t search for needless wounds,
Life gives them out for free

God looks on you with love,
So you can do the same
Recognizing still,
There’s things that ought to change

Some virtues don’t make a good rule of life
My mailbox knows this is true
He’d no need to add to damages paid
Had he moved aside,
And let that car through