Blank canvas, pick up the brush.
Where is my paint?

Sheet music opens in a rush.
Why is all the writing so faint?

I?m dancing freely upon the stage.
Wait! What is my next step?

The pattern followed, style all the rage.
My thread is gone! I forgot to prep!

This drives me to drinking, I'm such a lush.
The lack of inspiration has my mind reigned.
I need the key to unlock the cage,
And release the art stuffed in my head.




Penned by my hand on the 5th of Aeguary, in the year 641 AF.