So many years ago, how the words would flow
Blood-red anger, peaceful blue skies
Staring star-struck teary eyes
Words of passion, words of pride
Vivid truths and far-out lies
Pain and pleasures, secret treasures
So many words beyond measure…

Yet here I sit with writer’s block
Listening as my demons mock
Where is my passion, where is my precision
Has it turned to dimness and indecision
How the words would flow
So many years ago…