A story is leaking through the cracks.

It's filling my mind, seeps and zaps.

Write it down, write in all caps!

Write it down, I can't relax!

A chapter's written, then some more.

I've never been so far before.

A brand new world is to explore,

filled with stories, filled with lore.

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The story's going off the tracks,

a direction surely what it lacks.

I can't keep writing anymore,

the source is dried up from before.

Maybe like good food it needs to stew,

like wine it ripens in my brain.

But suddenly, before I knew,

weeks pass by like a speeding train.

Now i'm sitting here before my screen

my hands and mind are empty.

A hundred people have so far seen,

this number, that should tempt me.

It's disappointment what I spread,

and what I sow I reap.

I thought I was so far ahead,

and yet this cliff is steep.

Tomorrow is another day,

abyss is slowly growing.

Happiness kept it at bay,

but it stopped snowing.