It’s a DROUGHT, people, this dried-up fountain of my inspiration, and, I’d sat here, for god knows how long already, and still, NOTHING came to my mind!
The dried-up fountain of my inspiration, maybe, I should just leave this fountain, for the time being, and come back later, then, maybe, it’ll fill itself back up, with juices of inspiration once more, who knows???
The dried-up fountain of my inspiration, since you’d been gone, I couldn’t get inspired, looking left AND right, things were so much easier, when you were with me, it’s like, you’re my muse or something…
The dried-up fountain of my inspiration, well, now, I’m totally trapped, in this scorching desert, and, I looked left and I glanced right, there’s NOT an oasis for hundreds of miles around, NOT even the mirage of one, and I’m dying, dying of thirst here!!!
The dried-up fountain of my inspiration, maybe, it’s best, that I just, lay down and die, after all, what USE is it, for a man, who thrives on inspiration, who’s now, without??? I’d lost, my sense of purpose, and I can’t find it back again.