I've got writer's block, I need someone to knock it into me.
I don't need reassurance or sympathy
I need something to use.
Maybe it's you? can you be my muse?
I've had a thousand ideas escape me like fish that don't bite,
I can make out something...but it's just out of sight,
and if I pray to have anything - it's just how to write,
am I broken or ill? or just wound up too tight?
that this creative clockwork ain't turning,
the flame inside of me ain't burning,
does my brain have a bruise?
got writer's block - got nothing to use.
maybe this is proof that the brain ain't the start
and everything worth saying comes straight from the heart
maybe things are quite closed off inside of my chest
I've let in some things but then cast out the rest
so without writing, I've got nothing to lose
I'll be more inviting, will you be my muse?
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