Sacrifice
a distant memory.
Please give me-..
Something to write; A thought to bestow-
All of these great ideas- But none of them, they know~
What a terrible fate, to have this creative sense-
In a time or place, wherein it does not reprehense-
A well paying job, or a lack thereof it,
it makes me want to stop! It makes me want to quit~
Just give me something to write; Some work I can do- If only there was a place for it, I could make worlds for you;
But alas as time goes on, my niche seems to just disappear,
then my interests always fades, as nobody turns their ear~
Though there are stories to tell-
A silence always grows,
A quiet known to writers, where most of their story goes-
It's not a pretty thought for those who up and who try-
For some of them even, it's enough pain just to cry~
No binding for a book, of leather or high worth, can last long enough to ensure that any work I do for now won't be lost and gone to~ Earth-
But nor is there some road, where I can travel~ to find-
A place where memories, and reading can my thoughts be bind-
Please give me something to write; That takes the world away- That stops my energy from falling into a decay;
I'm getting very tired, and I'd like a place to be-
Where hopelessness and quiet, is not
awaiting~
me~~~~~~~
Something to write; A thought to bestow-
All of these great ideas- But none of them, they know~
What a terrible fate, to have this creative sense-
In a time or place, wherein it does not reprehense-
A well paying job, or a lack thereof it,
it makes me want to stop! It makes me want to quit~
Just give me something to write; Some work I can do- If only there was a place for it, I could make worlds for you;
But alas as time goes on, my niche seems to just disappear,
then my interests always fades, as nobody turns their ear~
Though there are stories to tell-
A silence always grows,
A quiet known to writers, where most of their story goes-
It's not a pretty thought for those who up and who try-
For some of them even, it's enough pain just to cry~
No binding for a book, of leather or high worth, can last long enough to ensure that any work I do for now won't be lost and gone to~ Earth-
But nor is there some road, where I can travel~ to find-
A place where memories, and reading can my thoughts be bind-
Please give me something to write; That takes the world away- That stops my energy from falling into a decay;
I'm getting very tired, and I'd like a place to be-
Where hopelessness and quiet, is not
awaiting~
me~~~~~~~
