When creativity fails you
And you cannot create the life you had hoped to live
You cannot mold it with your hands
Weld it with your tools
Write it with your words
Or sing it in your song
You cannot break through the mirror
Where the life you have created
Where you have always lived is waiting
The limits of the world pressing against you
Telling you you cannot live
Until you begin to believe that your life
Is what you see reflected
And you forget what it feels like to create
Your clay breaks
Your tools dull
Your paper rots
And your song cannot be remembered