Determined to write a beautiful piece.
Ballpoint in hand, I paused for thrice.
Behold, inspired moment took too long
Now, there is only the ghost of a song.
It haunts me each moment I sleep.
Oh, I cannot seem to flee from it,
Desperately I search for a way to keep
those dancing, twirling sprites that flit
In a world full of yesteryear's dreams.
I lay down my pen- it is all for naught
My whimsical thoughts forever caught
My whimsical thoughts forever caught
In a celestial web of the moon's beams.
In the dancing night's haughty laughter
Alone, as I have forgot what I'm after.
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