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Someday I swear I'll take my two wings and fly
But now I feel a little bit trodden down,
my wings are stuck in the mud
Someday I'll smile more, and open up more
But my smile traipsed off
and my thoughts clog my head
Like broken
clockwork
Tick tock sproing.

Someday I'll draw something as it came to me
But nothing forms from the dark hoary lines,
just cut outs and paste ups of nothing
Someday I'll finish one of those stories I write so much
But now the characters seem to wander off
and the setting dies
like withering
flowers
wilting in a tired land.