I search for the words that seem to have left my mind long ago
I ignored the urge to pour my heart out with engraved words
So, I lay here empty.
Because I no longer possess the remedy to free my mind from the many prisons of today
I have been abandoned by my creativity
She left her home in my soul when stress started to squeeze the talent out of the strokes of my pen
And all of a sudden time started to rush by as I grew older and I had responsibilities to keep
Which didn’t evolve searching the bottom of my thoughts for unspoken treasure
I suppose I had better things to do,
An in the midst of it all
I lost you.