1
Ambition exceeds talent
Emotion exceeds expression
Lay the pen to rest
And let the artist die
2
If dying were more pleasant
And the outcome guaranteed
Could I tie the noose about my neck
And jump into eternity?
3
Futile, it seems, to continue on
Futile, my soul whispers within me
Futile! common sense demands I admit
Futile, it is, life's charms to resist
4
This too shall pass, so I hope...pray
Even now it feels like a lie
Only to return a new day
And with it the Wondering Why
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