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Its lacking.

Its lagging.

Its gone.

Where did my little baby go?

Who knows?

Did it go with you?
No, no, no.

Did it go with her?
Nope, nope.

Maybe him?
Afraid not.

Just went off, poof! Gone.

Wish my baby would come back, sweet inspiration.

Dull without you.
Duller without me.

Inspiration has stayed with me.
While others have gone.
Sunshine and rain drops.
Windy days and Humid heat.
But now its gone gone gone.

Bored of everyone.
Bored of books and art.
Boring scenery.

Layin' sprawled out on the floor.
Stare'n up at the clouds maybe even the ceiling.
Empty pages, empty mind.
No need for brushes, pencils, pastels, or markers.
No need for paper, grammar, or punctuation.
Without you, inspiration, I'm a lazy bum.