The pen is blunt and broken
The stream in which i sail has dried up
I am stuck in a watery desert
I sail in dusty dunes.
My thoughts now stink of staleness
My eyes see only what is not
I perceive droughty darkness
I call out to the outworldly powers
Endow upon me motivation
Give me inspirational bliss
For this i plead.
Lift me up from this concrete mire
The pen is mightier than the sword
Yet the blade sharpens it
What more can we do?.
I am drunk with happiness
In ecstasy do i find bondage
Howbeit, when i am all gray and angled
I shall be strengthened like the pharaoh's adopted.