The Moods That Swing

Oh the moods
The moods that swing
Aren’t they the real muse after all?

The words are lost
The man is stuck
No new passion in the air that calls

A person
Or a passion
To be in the arms of I long for
Else, life is dull
Wake, eat, work, entertain
And weep to sleep in a lonely bed

Turning your passion into work
Just makes it work
Nothing else remains to stimulate the brain

Oh, I want to dive headfast again
Think of just one thing all day long
And be consumed by the fire it burns within my heart
I need something new
To give my all to again


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