The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.
I often face a mental block
As if faced by a mammoth rock
My mind a simple blank draws
Inertia grips me in its claws
I lie, listless, in a state of torpor
Waiting to be shaken out of stupor
Sucked dry of creative juice
I feel the onslaught of the blues
I then recede in recesses deep
Hoping inspiration would break my sleep.
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How come I never did realize
Waiting and watching was unwise
I needed to get up and begin
Fight the lethargy seeping in
Change the pattern of my thought
Rekindle the spark that I forgot
New ideas would germinate
Draw me out of my inertial state
Step forward with a light spring
As I experience my spirits swing
Back on the upward incline
Enthusiastic, I rise and shine
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If in a rut you ever feel stuck
Just take a step to change your luck
Begin, and the path you shall find
As the stars themselves align
The world can be your oyster
As you move ahead without fear.
that quote got my attention pretty quickly! Good one.
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Thanks!
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