Thoughts in the Darkened Room
I’m sitting in a darkened room
trying to think of new material.
How many things have already been said and done?
How many voices are out there calling?
And how many actually make it?
So many days I have sat in this room
and wrote about nothing, nothing at all.
But you few have seen light in me
and I can’t thank you enough.
In this darkened room.
In this world. In this life.
What am I but life itself?
And who are you but the same?