Stuck Again

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I used to be able to write,
Because I wrote what was in my heart,
And my heart was filled with the love of ideas,
Of love, peace, bliss, purity, honesty,
That I had no restrictions in my life,
And that I was a good person.

But the words flow less now,
For my heart is empty of ideals and
Now is full of reality.

My compassion flows easier
And dies sooner
Without any action resulting.

I have felt I was ready for anything and everything,
But I realized I wasn't,
And I begin to wonder if I ever will be.

I need to journey again -- to have a goal,
To have survival be my main cause once again,
Away from desires and self-indulgence.