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Whenever I try and think of a topic I end up not finding anything that I really feel passionate about. So, I end up just saying that I'm "uninspired."
But, then it hit me. Why not just write about being uninspired?
So, here's the result of that.
I hope you all enjoy and I look forward to any feedback!
"Uninspired"
By, Cody Sparks
"Uninspired."
A word heard in the back of my mind.
I can't unwind.
Must be blind.
To not find a topic is rather absurd.
"Feelings stirred?"
Well, kinda I guess.
I can't rest.
I've gotta confess.
How can I try my best when I lie and keep falling for this mess?
Do you think any less?
"Of you?"
Of me? Yes.
Like, let's be honest for a sec.
I'm honestly just a wreck.
A speck.
Trying to save face and protect my neck.
"No, you're fine. Pay no mind."
What, are you blind?
You can't deny I cry and don't try.
"Well... why?"
I guess I'm just afraid.
"Of what?"
Of me.
See, I put myself upon a soap-stand.
Put on a brand.
No lines in the sand.
It felt like people wanted to listen.
But... what if they didn't?
What if I got stale?
Would I fail?
Be made a mockery with my peers mocking me?
It's plain to see.
I'm just failing ME.
"So what if you're stale?"
"So what if you fail?"
"If you just derail, then tell another tale."
But, what if I just flail?
"Then, take a moment to exhale"
"Better?"
I suppose.
This kinda blows.
But, I'll give it a shot.
Besides...
What else have I got?
But, then it hit me. Why not just write about being uninspired?
So, here's the result of that.
I hope you all enjoy and I look forward to any feedback!
"Uninspired"
By, Cody Sparks
"Uninspired."
A word heard in the back of my mind.
I can't unwind.
Must be blind.
To not find a topic is rather absurd.
"Feelings stirred?"
Well, kinda I guess.
I can't rest.
I've gotta confess.
How can I try my best when I lie and keep falling for this mess?
Do you think any less?
"Of you?"
Of me? Yes.
Like, let's be honest for a sec.
I'm honestly just a wreck.
A speck.
Trying to save face and protect my neck.
"No, you're fine. Pay no mind."
What, are you blind?
You can't deny I cry and don't try.
"Well... why?"
I guess I'm just afraid.
"Of what?"
Of me.
See, I put myself upon a soap-stand.
Put on a brand.
No lines in the sand.
It felt like people wanted to listen.
But... what if they didn't?
What if I got stale?
Would I fail?
Be made a mockery with my peers mocking me?
It's plain to see.
I'm just failing ME.
"So what if you're stale?"
"So what if you fail?"
"If you just derail, then tell another tale."
But, what if I just flail?
"Then, take a moment to exhale"
"Better?"
I suppose.
This kinda blows.
But, I'll give it a shot.
Besides...
What else have I got?
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