I think it's a goner.
I think I'll have to start from the beginning.

From a fresh blanc papier.

I hope the adrenaline rush comes soon.
I hope the passion gushes out of no where
Then, muses will inspire something.

Before the clock strikes 4 pm tomorrow.
I'm no cinderella.
But the clock is ticking.
And when this ends, for better or for worse.

I have another coming. and coming

You know this is what they say about life.
It's merry-go round.

You pay for the ride.
And go round in circles.
Circling on the same spot.

Until it signals for you to stop.
All this while, questioning why you got on in the first place.