Why attempt an escape from this current decline
Such silly endeavors merely waste all your time
This returned stagnation again feels so warm
No incentive to make illusions as you did once before
While in this dim state, a tarnish clouds all your past writings
You’re fooled that their words had nourished basically nothing
Are you sold yet on this dampening distraction?
When in fact it’s true purpose is pausing your passion
Sift through these obstacles cluttering your artistic recession
Find a new spark out of this darkening suppression
Resurrecting your muse can seem rather scary
Unleashing its fury long held down by a sloth adversary
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