What is happening? Why can’t I get it out of me? There’s so much locked inside me And I can’t find a key There’s just one more song One...

Ya gotta fight, for your right ... to write.

No song yesterday / No song today / I’m avoiding something / What it is I can’t say.

It’s late / The day is spent / I lay and wait / For the sun’s descent / Another day / Gone up in smoke / What can I say / I already spoke.

I have all these ideas / But they don’t bloom when I plant them / It isn’t clear / If I should pursue them or abandon them

I’ve got so much that I want to say / I try to will it but the pen won’t obey / Looks like there’ll be no new song today.

I had to move on / Get a groove on / Put my shoes on / And walk away from the BLUNGE.

I try to be original I try my own ways / But there’s no way to avoid plagiarism or clichés / Just when I think I got a line that can’t go wr

Metadiscourse is useless, but that’s all that’s left / Once the muse has flown and left me bereft.

What’s going on? Where did all the inspiration go? What happened? What became of all the copious flow? For a while it was like the dam burst

You can procrastinate but you can’t escape / This is the craft you’ve made your own.

Don’t philosophize Don’t editorialize Don’t formalize Just do it. Don’t journalize Don’t moralize You’ll only fossilize If you don’t just...