wheres the music. to watch me undress

[lizzard4525]

someone send me something inspirational.
someone send my muse.
someone send me something clever.
something not abused.
something i can write about.
my mind is too cluttered to do anything itself

last year was much more easier
a lot less stress
with more music
with longer breaths.
with a cleaner house.
cant it be quiet again?
so i can do the rest?

i cant step out of myself
and i dont know why i stopped.
now im sucked back in
with no way out.

my ears are too busy listening for noise
my nose sniffing for a false song
eyes to busy staying dry
dont want to deal with all the trash
building in its home

and the throat?
the cotten tounge
and cracked lips.
too busy singing notes
that they cant hit.

with skin of rye
it wont sway with wind
the way it used to
again and again
is it worn too thin?

it was so ripe though.
so right in its prime.
but tornado years are much stronger
destroying the young life.