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farewell
last i wrote i said i couldn't write
my mind had take flight over fight
now i'm back to say i've got bad luck
my mind isn't gone - the thing's just stuck
gears need to be oiled, readjusted, made into machine
even at night, i can barely think up a dream
my brain doesn't think of words anymore
only numbers and concepts now, a drastic bore
analysis creates paralysis
theme isn't on my team
rhythm, rhyme, and repeition?
at least i remember alliteration
english class ranks dead last
i dread picking up a pencil
i wish there was a way to start again
some literary imaginative stencil
i can't be consistent, i don't got flow
persona i can't figure out... although,
i've still got passion, a love for a voice
i'd become a writer if i still had the choice
but computers are my home now, my way of living
my contentment, my fun, my new way of giving
the writing, i suppose, i'll leave for the next chapter
never forgotten but my soul no longer enraptured
perhaps someday i'll recommence this quest
a programmer, a writer, maybe the best
but tonight i've realized, without further ado
it's my time sadly, to say goodbye to you
to words, to imagination, to brilliant creativity
to plots and characters and even poetry
to settings and outlines and boring development,
to late nights of racing minds and literary envelopment
you've shown me a world not many can find
a change in perspective i never did mind
i'll never forget you, and all that you've taught me
let it all go now, and finally be free.
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