I'm not sure, but slowly and forcefully I'm clawing my way back.
Life has crashed down upon me with the force of a waterfall,
As I've thrashed for breath.
Creativity, it's been lacking.
But the spark and intrigue still remains.
I crave the passion of life that once filled me.
Alas, how does one get it back?
To look through life through fresh eyes.
To see the world anew.
I'm not sure, but slowly and forcefully I'm clawing my way back.
