I feel I’m losing my word battle
Herding words around like cattle
Desperately trying to originate
Unable to phrase formulate
Stopped in my funny tracks
Too far gone to go back
I can see the finish line
The first place trophy is mine
The marathon has be exhausting
With continual brain contorting
But I seemed to have tamed my herds
Careful control over new found words
Empty pages are slowly filling
Linger, ponder and general milling
Hoping that the words are found
So I can bring it all around
When I started my daily dedication
Before it became an infatuation
I used to enjoy my distraction
But I can’t get no satisfaction
My passion has now become a chore
I’m writing things I’ve written before
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