Until Creativity Resumes

I hoped you were, you felt I was,
But both of us were not.
We tried and failed and left for dead
The once proud totem Thought.

The statue shattered - fragmented -
By cold unfeeling Life
Melts, streams through mud, and poisons seas
To make our water strife.

So drink we an intoxined brew
And madly prance in throes
Of agony and bitter joy
And slow eternal woes.