Seeking out the passion from the everyday
As the light seems to dim on the important parts
Soaking up all the fuel of the creative arts
Burning on the surface to the treacherous tray

Lacking the oxygen to expand the fire
Smouldering in distance as the retreat happened
To a safe existence with the notebook blackened
By the arsenic root in the mind's retire

Chasing away pages of talented writings
With the wicked fables of monsters and women
Fighting for loving soul of the sadly broken

Following the scriptures past the hallowed sightings
The talented artist starving out the pool's heat
Drumming up the courage to flash the rhythm beat