It seems that everything I have to say
is something that I’ve said.
Every thought I try to think’s
already in my head.
I used to be original, but lately, in defeat
I’ve found that new attempts at cleverness
are replete with my repeats.
My head’s been clouded in a purple haze
for nigh on forty days.
What can I do to change my ways
and find new things to say?
If you can help, I’d be in joy
and freed from my slump
– for I have been…
look, gimme a hand, all right?