The Oasis In My Parched Soul,
Is Really Starting To Run Dry,
I Feel No More Inspiration,
And I Can't Help To Wonder Why,
Slowly The Desert Plants Wither,
As Thirsty Birds No Longer Fly,
Only Arid Heat Leaves My Lungs,
Where Have My Beautiful Words Gone?
Oasis Of Inspiration... I Have Been Feeling Ill Due To A Nasty Case Of Writers Block... I Feel Like I Am Slowly Breaking Free:)