The books which I read have told of knights
And maidens they have saved, and foes they fight
And, like the things I read, I try to write
And, yet, I'm blocked
The castle and its keeps are blocked by gates
And bridges and blockades, between the greats
I try to write of greatness which awaits
And, yet, the gates are locked
... I try to write and I am blocked
I try to write and I am blocked
I try to write and I am blocked
Writer's block
Across the moat, across the bridge, between
I try and try and try to write the things I mean
For I am the keeper of the keys
And, yet, I knock
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