I am naturally inspired, like a fish to water.
So natural, it flows from my tips,
I would never fight the cherry pips.
That made no sense.
Only a rhyme,
What do I care? I've lost it
This time.
I can't make a poem that matters,
I can't say what needs to be said,
I would break the loving and the dead.
If it only made sense,
But it's just a rhyme,
And I've lost my skill,
This time.
Talent? I used to think so,
People say it's still there,
I'd dance with candyfloss at the fayre.
See, I can't make sense,
It's all just a rhyme,
I have nothing left,
This time.
