So Lost Right Now

I don’t remember how to start
the next project
the lost art
It fell apart

But I don’t know how to quit either
I wake with it
sleep with it
sit with it
cry with it
like a fever

Writing Eludes Me
Music is an excuse for me
To play guitar
practice new piano chords
But nothing escapes the scrutiny
Of the Inner Critic
the doubt is endemic
but I used to not believe it

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