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'' It Will Drive You Insane ''
When words I guzzle,
My brain wears a muzzle,
What I'm seeing refuses to appear,
Writing can resemble a puzzle,
To your commands it doesn't adhere.
I refuse to give in,
This battle I'll win,
Two entities battling each other,
Which one's which as both are within?
It's the facts I'm beginning to smother.
What I want to write,
Is clearly in sight,
Yet I can't put pen to paper,
Like a ship that disappears in the night,
My ideas just vanish like vapour.
The concept is fine,
Those words I'll entwine,
I then give it my best attention,
But the layout I just cannot define,
It fills me with so much apprehension.
I try my best,
I'll pass this test,
The results will be hard to ignore,
The very thought just fills me with zest,
Then suddenly it becomes such a chore.
Am I going mad?
Or am I being had?
This goes to the depths of the soul,
If one is happy is the other sad,
Who or what's in control.
Where have they gone?
Will I see my new dawn?
On my being this is causing me pain,
The written word does take more than brawn,
There'll be times,
' It Will Drive You Insane '
My brain wears a muzzle,
What I'm seeing refuses to appear,
Writing can resemble a puzzle,
To your commands it doesn't adhere.
I refuse to give in,
This battle I'll win,
Two entities battling each other,
Which one's which as both are within?
It's the facts I'm beginning to smother.
What I want to write,
Is clearly in sight,
Yet I can't put pen to paper,
Like a ship that disappears in the night,
My ideas just vanish like vapour.
The concept is fine,
Those words I'll entwine,
I then give it my best attention,
But the layout I just cannot define,
It fills me with so much apprehension.
I try my best,
I'll pass this test,
The results will be hard to ignore,
The very thought just fills me with zest,
Then suddenly it becomes such a chore.
Am I going mad?
Or am I being had?
This goes to the depths of the soul,
If one is happy is the other sad,
Who or what's in control.
Where have they gone?
Will I see my new dawn?
On my being this is causing me pain,
The written word does take more than brawn,
There'll be times,
' It Will Drive You Insane '
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`` It Will Drive You Insane ``
`` It Will Drive You Insane ``
