Mister Vertigo - Meta

I waited until up to this very last moment
I tried about half as hard as I might have in the past
I made no preparations, I did no research
I can't find the impetus and I'm too lazy to look

I only brought a fraction on myself to the dance tonight
I left my feet at home, and then my eyes are plied
I've got no reservations; I've got no reply
My only inclination: not to try

I brought this on myself, a penance of the soul
The old is growing older, the memories turning stale
The hands becoming frail

My lost desires conspire to steal my strength away from me
Failure the only word reserved for my attempts at sensibility
But it's just so easy, and it just keeps getting easier for me
But the plot is running thin, I've still yet to begin
Omission is a sin I can't help but commit

Where has inspiration run and hidden
When it's the only thing I seek?
Where's the motivation for creation
When the muse is just confusing me?
If nothing weren't so easy
Why is it's the only voice that's calling out to me?
The only voice that's calling back to me?
The only voice that's calling out to me?

Written by:
Jonathan Scanlon

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