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The words don’t come
So easily these days
No matter how I try,
In so many ways
It’s a jumble of letters,
Much like a maze
I bump into walls every turn

I think I finally have it
But find out I’m wrong
What happens is much
Like the start of a song
Where the same notes play
Usually, much too long
Into the fire pit, they burn

Crumpled up pieces
Of paper and ink
My brain hurts too much
As I try, overthink
Perhaps, if I dare
Poor myself one more drink
I need not be so concerned

I’ll stop beating myself up
Just let it happen, let it go
Eventually, it’ll make sense
At least I hope so
But I’m no longer sure
Guess I don’t really know
How much more there is to learn


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