Creativity has escaped me
Not a thought
nor sound is uttered
This gig has me upside down
I just wanna frown
Days are long
I'm drowning here
Among the rubble
of infamous moments
Then back I go again;to breakfast
A plain bowl of oats
A cold cup of joe
5 hours rest, at best
A sick newborn
O, Lord I pray
Just not today
Smile on me
Shed some light
Before I breakout
That awful fright
Life is full of delight
full of pain
Name it, before it maimes you
Always you'll be wondering
Has the score been settled?
Was victory won?
Kiss the trumpet goodbye
Say hello pig-sty
Why not join the worms?
Down in the dirt
They seem content
to enjoy the decay
They draw nigh in comfort
To dark oozing mud
It's there or the sky
A twisted tumult
on hurricane red alert
Don't be a fair weathered friend
for sure you'll get hurt
Your'e losing altitude
Yet picking up speed
Momentum is dropping
And you have your needs
Sky plummeting hell
Turning and churning
bound for the ground
Funny how the bird
dines on the worm
It's shelter is spurned
Yet deep, deep in the ground
The worm is found all safe and sound
Sheltered from the storms adamant thunder
Till the aftermath
The ***** fact
The rains dispersed
The sun has rose
Out comes the beak
And with a sharp tweet
The feathered fellow, has come to dine
on that earthly mind
Seems the bird has beaten the worm
But what is a trophy without a nest to return to?
The hurricane leaves
the trees all a mess
This hapless handful a homeless reck
No-where to return to
Nothing to do
A paragraph, a phrase
A bitter rage
Different seasons
Different emotions
Fight or flight
Dig a little deeper
Or, fly a whole lot higher
There's no winners, nor losers
Just different circumstance
Us, doing us
What we must
Remember in the end
To dust we'll return
To be eaten by worms
Which are then eaten by birds
A cycle called life
We must all circle through.