I thought it’d be easier
Like uncorking champagne -
Free flowing foam,
Inevitable fame.
But something inside me
Just dries up and quits.
I’ve run out of stories
I’ve scattered my wits.
Not that this matters
*** nothing remains -
A lighter sentence
Is all that I gain.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
I thought it’d be easier
Like uncorking champagne -
Free flowing foam,
Inevitable fame.
But something inside me
Just dries up and quits.
I’ve run out of stories
I’ve scattered my wits.
Not that this matters
*** nothing remains -
A lighter sentence
Is all that I gain.