I have no book to read, I’m so tired,
fatigued, I have no book to read; oh
yes there is a Terry Pratchett, I have
read it before, then Charlie Bone by
Jenny Nimmo, but it leaves me cold,
I’m so tired; I’ve been tired before
Oh so many times, fighting against the
need for sleep, looking for energy– but
just now I can’t think; reading a political
document not helping at all; jealous
complainers not understanding
about visionaries
I’m tired, cannot say anything new, my
characters will not perform for me, I feel
nothing, nobody home, heroines all gone,
no hero about; winter is taking its toll,
even though I played a schoolboy to-
day; nothing is left, I’m empty inside
Where is my inspiration - where are my
characters, I can’t work or concentrate
without them; I need them back, need
a dream at the back of my mind,
please, awaken my heart, jump-
start my feelings, tell me things
That will create hope – without hope,
without dreams, without another
dimension, I can’t go on...
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