How can I write about that dream
Oh that sweet, joyful dream
The one I've been seeing since sixteen
And been drifting away from at full steam
I wish I could say I've been trying
But I haven't even wrote a line
Despite having all the world's time
How can I speak of this dream
Knowing that I'm gonna be the one to give up
Despite having the chance to shine?
Oh, any AI could write like this
The art is no longer mine
Nothing special to say in between the rhymes
Scraping out each word never used to be tiring
Falling in artistic destitution, my life is uninspiring.
YOU ARE READING
Eternal Pain
PoetryAlone in the night, nowhere to hide Just me and my trash thoughts to write
