Trying to pull off a miracle.
Trying to set it loose.
Need some way to get better.
To live and produce.
Living with burn out.
Just cinders and sparks.
The good times grow thinner.
Leaving me in the dark.
Throwing a feast.
While famine sits at the table.
Just spinning hay into gold.
Like they tell in the fable.
The endless marathon.
Through the valley of death.
Keep pouring my heart out.
Until I’m out of breath.
My words might lose their meaning.
As the air around me gets thin.
But I’ll wake from my daydream.
Wonder where I have been.
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