Do you ever find
Too much to write for?
Too much to do-
No time to do it.
Day in, day out
Slipping away...
Gone with the inspiration.
Flooding that void
Where forgotten ideas rest;
Having nothing to do,
But sleep in silent peace.
Lost to the human world,
Born to the imagination.
Beyond our reach,
But daily in the reach of others.
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