Monday Night
By Markus Pope
submitted on: 1999
My mind feels numb
The words won't come
My soul has shut its eyes
No feelings to inspire
Or an inner desire
To shout my truths or lies
I've drawn quite a blank
My words have gone rank
I can find no love nor hate
My heart is kind of blaah
My mind is full of aah
No visions of past or fate
I'm listening to the tunes
Searching for the runes
That might lead me to the muse
But I just can't find the song
The words all come out wrong
And the rhythm's not there to lose