LYRIC FOR SALE

By Landon Ray Lewis

Verse I
Blood leaking from the veins in my left hand,
Drops of sweat hitting the desk like bullets,
Basement lamp on well into morning hours;
Never would have guessed it would be like this.

Verse II
Stacks of pages fill every open space.
The waste bin is brimming with crumpled balls
As the stench of failure grows day by day
And that little voice continues to call.

Chorus
Toiling away in obscurity
No telling if my sentence will end
Too blind to see the futility
Far too naïve to put down the pen.

Verse III
My corner wall of rejection letters
Littered with good reviews and suggestions
Continues to fan the flames of a dream
That’s aging yet not out of the question

Bridge
But if these years of hard labor
Never yield a year of favor
The time I gave was not misplaced
Because I love what I have chased.

Chorus
Toiling away in obscurity
No telling if my sentence will end
Too blind to see the futility
Far too naïve to put down the pen.