The pathways of my mind must be narrowing.
I find dullness in all that I see.
I find numbness and fog througout the inner trappings of my thoughts.
Inspiration is on the beach and the tides of mindlessnes sweeps it away into the vast ocean of dwindling emptiness.
Please Lord strike the flint that sparks the fire.
Rekindle a dark and wet mind to burn with Your heat inexhaustible.
I need the fire’s passion to overcome impending cessation.