I look at the words lying on the paper And my heart begins to ache I tried with much effort But I see that they're all fake Somewhere deep inside the torment does reside Sometimes one has to accept that the truth has arrived Maybe the time has come The one you ignored but feared Every writer faces that day The end to their writing careers I take a deep breath as I look across field still dreaming of that masterpiece that to the masses would appeal It's still all but willing to escape But what more can I do to alleviate the pain when the words stop flowing through