The road has ended,
I fear I missed the sign that said "Dead End."
It seems my mind has closed,
Locked away in some dark abyss.
I do not hold the keys,
They seem to have strayed.
My glass box has turned to stone,
I cannot find my sculpters tools.
My word have left me,
They paint no pictures of emotion.
I try but it seems forced,
My mused has moved to greener pastures.
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