** I find no more inspiration, This be no dream, It's no illusion. Once a philosophy of mine Toyed with the biology of my mind But now i just feel blank Right now my head is black All ideas gone All inspiration burned, Forgotten into abyssal darkness. Once i longed for this to go away, Now i long for it to come my way. My final words in this book of mine, As with poetry i must last dine. A gift i loved And a gift i love Goodbye till you smile on me above. Farewell my friend of old As with poetry i am no more bold. But a time will come when we're all refreshed We'll return to make a batch afresh.**