Lyrics
Yo, I'm a word wizard, a lyrical architect,
A semantic sculptor, a textual adept.
But my mind's a labyrinth, a cerebral defect,
A cognitive tangle, a mental neglect.
Post-modern's played, deconstructed, and bent,
A relic of the past, an experiment spent.
Now I'm stuck in a void, a desolate plain,
A creative crisis, driving me insane.
I'm searchin' for the next wave, the ultimate form,
A literary supernova, a cosmic storm.
A paradigm shift, a radical break,
To forge a new path, for goodness' sake.
But the page is blank, a desolate plain,
A barren wasteland, a fruitless terrain.
My muse is MIA, AWOL, gone astray,
Lost in the ether, a distant galaxy.
I've tried metafiction, hyperreality too,
Nonlinear narratives, a chaotic view.
But it's all been done, a recycled refrain,
A literary cliché, a stagnant domain.
I need a fresh angle, a radical shift,
A cultural catalyst, a mental uplift.
But ideas are scarce, inspiration's on hold,
My creative engine, is growing cold.
I'm the vanguard, the pioneer, the new voice,
Destined for greatness, that's my choice.
I'll conquer this block, find my inner spark,
Ignite the literary world, leave my mark.
Post-post-modern blues, fading away,
A new era dawns, a brighter day.
I've cracked the code, unlocked the door,
The future of writing, I'm in store.
I'll redefine storytelling, reshape the art,
A literary titan, a brand new start.
Beyond meta, hyper, or post, I'll soar,
Creating worlds unseen, forevermore.
I'll weave tapestries of thought and soul,
Where narratives intertwine and unfold.
A symphony of words, a rhythmic flow,
A literary masterpiece, a wondrous show.
I'll challenge conventions, defy the norm,
Ignite a revolution, a literary storm.
With every stroke of the pen, I'll ascend,
A literary titan, without end.
