Wash Away
Unveiling Life's Transient Canvas
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Blindly falling over trampled mosses grown
Struggling and stumbling through difficult terrain without clear direction
(You're running you're running)
Continuously moving forward, possibly in a panicked or rushed manner
Disputed adhesive of your own
Dealing with conflicting or ineffective solutions or attempts
(It won't stick)
Indicating the failure of an attempted solution to stick or work
Tripping on nonsense, stumbling on gold
Getting caught up in trivial matters while missing valuable opportunities
You're a pure poet on autopilot
Operating creatively without conscious control or awareness, burdened by unnecessary tools
(With excess equipment)
Hindered by excessive baggage or unnecessary items
Paralyzed by the headaches you get
Feeling immobilized or stuck due to intense headaches
Let it unwind
Suggesting the need to relax or let things unfold naturally
Fresh fears, like wet clay, your hands shape
Encountering new fears that are malleable and will eventually fade
They'll wash away
Assurance that these fears will eventually dissipate or disappear
Flirting with muses giving me perfect excuses
Engaging with creative inspirations while finding excuses for imperfections
Scribble little nothings outlining my hubris in chalk
Jotting down insignificant things that highlight personal arrogance or excessive pride
As they laugh in amusement, hah
Others find amusement in these self-centered musings
Mental is muted, feeling diluted
Feeling mentally dulled or lessened, lacking clarity
Gotta go fix up my blueprints
Needing to revise or correct initial plans or ideas
Feeling so far from the passion I felt when I was first stricken by Cupid
Feeling disconnected from the initial passion experienced when falling in love
Painting this portrait with nothing but force before the energy forfeits
Creating something forcefully before the energy or inspiration fades
Pray there's enough of this flame on this torch to keep us in orbit
Hoping there's enough motivation or inspiration to sustain the creation
Head is spinning and spinning just thinking to finish
Feeling overwhelmed with thoughts about completing a task
I sit on this brook, wishing for fish on this hook
Reflecting on a desire for meaningful outcomes or ideas
Looking for food for thought, but got nothing to cook
Seeking inspiration but finding a lack of substance to work with
Fresh fears, like wet clay, your hands shape
Similar to line 12, encountering new fears that will eventually fade away
They'll wash away
Reiterating the temporary nature of these fears and their eventual disappearance
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