Sometimes I think about the lines I never wrote,
The ones I was too busy to put down,
That piece of imagination now long forgotten,
I think about the creativity left untapped,
Maybe it would've been the next masterpiece,
Or maybe just a cluster of stupid words.
It's the times that I never lifted the pen,
That my brain was alive the most.
I wonder how it would've felt,
If I took just a minute to write it down
But now I'm left with a million pieces,
Of a puzzle formed in oblivion,
Now I'm left to put the pieces together,
Just to ease the what ifs in my head.
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