I can’t get it together
I can’t put myself in that place I need to be
I thought I could do it better
But the tips and tricks came with no guarantee
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
It’s so hard
All I want to do is write the damn song now
It’s so damn hard
It’s been going on for so damn long now
What is the deal
It should be easy after all my practice
This is an ordeal
Pins and needles like sitting on a cactus
Why can’t I just do it
Instead of singing a song about singing
Once again I blew it
Another day gone and I’m still hand-wringing
It’s so hard ...
This is so stupid
I wish I could pull together what needs to be said
I feel diluted
Just watered-down versions of the tunes in my head
I can bend phrases
It works for this, why not for what I need?
I’m running through mazes
What will it take for me to break free?
It’s so hard ...
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Sometimes, when you're stuck for something to write, you just write about being stuck for something to write.
This is from the dry spell I experienced in the early 2000s. Somehow, writing about not being able to write got me out of that spell.
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