No writing again today, low on fuel
Just don't feel up to it somehow today
Worked quite hard, maybe that's why, it's cruel
But things won't write themselves, I have to say
To myself, no excuses, have to flay
Myself alive to write if necessary
Got to up my game, not just on Sundays
But all through the week, it's just got to be
Better, I should have much more energy
And willpower than this, this is my downfall
When the time comes I want to hide away
To relax, not work, but work is the key
Still, at least guitar practice has been cool
Lately, it's become addictive to play
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