there was a time when drafts were kind

and the words were easy

and the count was low

there was a time

then it all went wrong.

I DREAMED A DREAM OF DRAFTS GONE BY

WHEN HOPE TO DO THEM WAS HIGH

AND LIFE WORTH LIVING

I DREAMED THAT MY MUSE WOULD NEVER DIE

I DREAMED THAT THE RP GODS WOULD BE FORGIVING