Here I am now,
    writing for my life
    writing like I stole something
    writing as if it’s the last thing I’ll do

And, God help me
I don’t know what to write

Word after word after


But none mean a thing
    none have the thrill
    the sting of a spark
        a spark of brilliance

    another word
        this one is different
        this one has a depth
            a pain
            a cry for help

And ev’ry word
    I wrote
    I knew nothing of
        this one bright word
        like a diamond in the moonlight
        like a beach in the sun
        like a pot calling the kettle black
            but it’s true

Now they all have depth
    the thrill
    the spark
    because of


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