Yes, I want to write.
But I'm not sure of what to say.
I think and think all night,
But now all my thoughts have gone away.

I was so profound and literate.
Now I think I'm just sick of it.
All this lost confusion,
Leads to bruises and contusions.

My hay day was way back then.
Now my time is coming to an end.
But I know I am ripe with talent.
I just need to vent.

Sometimes I feel so small,
but then I look at it all.
I know I am in the thick of my prime
And now my rhyme has ended... just in time.