Nothing comes
As the time goes byÂ
There is a likeness to an overused bladeÂ
A lens out of focus and a bomb with no fuseÂ
You sit trying to pull down clouds with ropesÂ
Looking at stars with eyelids closedÂ
The mind is an empty tube of toothpasteÂ
Flatten and rolled from the base to the tipÂ
Staring at blank canvasses hoping something will comeÂ
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Nothing comes.











