Lost

Has every lyric been written?

Every word been spoken?

Have I lost the magic pen that wrote the Rhythm,

Or am I broken?

At this age have I lost,

Every note that I long,

To spread through my fingertips ,

Those with which I can no longer feel.

What am I too scared to become?

With any moment being too real

Too long.

In the sun it burns,

Only my past scars from within,

This cancer it learns,

How to rot my soul,

It lives in my past,

It laughs at my future.

Paralyzes this present,

Just let me run wild,

Live with the coyotes,

Dance in the fire,

Until I find my place to drown.