A story is leaking through the cracks.


    It''s filling my mind, seeps and zaps.


    Write it down, write in all caps!


    Write it down, I can''t relax!


    A chapter''s written, then some more.


    I''ve never been so far before.


    A brand new world is to explore,


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    The story''s going off the tracks,


    a direction surely what it lacks.


    I can''t keep writing anymore,


    the source is dried up from before.


    Maybe like good food it needs to stew,


    like wine it ripens in my brain.


    But suddenly, before I knew,


    weeks pass by like a speeding train.


    Now i''m sitting here before my screen


    my hands and mind are empty.


    A hundred people have so far seen,


    this number, that should tempt me.


    It''s disappointment what I spread,


    and what I sow I reap.


    I thought I was so far ahead,


    and yet this cliff is steep.


    Tomorrow is another day,


    abyss is slowly growing.


    Happiness kept it at bay,


    but it stopped snowing.