A ceaseless march onwards, ever onwards
This work has gone on for far, far too long
Seeking perfection, an unobtainable goal?
Stretching patience thin
An abundance lacking refinement
A burden created for myself
Losing focus, blacking out
Reaching the limits of ability
Not to strike gold
But to seize the moment
It is all I have ever wanted
To create for the sake of creation
To form a conduit
Break the seal and let it flow
Wave upon wave it flows out
Until it all comes crashing down
Fuck It
Just Do It
Quit Stalling
Finish It
Complete It
What You Started
Record It
Finish It
I Can't
It's Broken
Locked Up
It's Sealed
Creative
Blank
Run Dry
Get It Out
Beyond even success
It's a matter of attrition
Am I to be defeated
By my own creation?
Did I bite off more than I can chew?
Is it even any good?
I am bound to disappoint everyone
Even if that is only a handful
As I march on these broken legs
A new dirge repeats in my head
Spirit broken, soul weary
Bruised, beaten and abused
Put in this place by reckless ambition
A victim to my own devices
Where the hands succeeded the voice failed
Better spoken through string
Too Far
I've Travelled
Too Much
I've Invested
It Cannot Fail
It Cannot
I Won't Allow It
Finish It
Finish What
It's Nothing
It's Shit
My Voice
This is
Stuck
In
Perpetuity
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