A murky deep
An endless nightmare
A foggy mist
Of dark abyss
Ideas here and there
Not knowing if they'll stay
They ony fly away
Out of grasp
Out of reach
You simply can't teach
Or force inspiration
Struggling and digging
Forcing out the words
Leaves a cold empty spot
Of frustration and rot
Spoiling perfection
Too much correction
In a plugged up hole
My soul can't soar
The door is locked
Blockaded and blocked
And I can't break through
To that heavenly place
Where imagination flies
To a world that is free
Of chains and ties
Give me back the key
To this magical glade
Allow me back inside
To where poetry is made