Absence

It used to be so easy
It used to flow straight out of me
Now I work so hard
And nothing gets done
It used to be fun
Now it is a chore
I try to force it
But that makes things worse
It used to be my hobby
Now it is my ball and chain

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Inertia

Impossible standards you can’t reach
Ambition greater than talent
Envy is the fuel of the artist
And the sign of the downward spiral
What do you do when it’s never enough
When fear of failure blends in with fear of success
And binds you into struggling inertia
To the point you’re so consumed
With your own paranoia
You’re stuck without motion
And nothing is finished
Nothing is achieved