Thoughts go up in flame,
And ideas fly away.
Words are all the same.
I have nothing new to say.

Words have all been taken
And used until their death.
Written and forsaken
Until their final breath.

So here I sit and wonder
How words shall obey
My thoughts so torn asunder-

Wait…how did they get this way?

A/N: Well, I'm finally starting to get over my writer's block. I've entered the next stage: only being able to write about writer's block -.-

This was written for the Review Game's Writing Challenge Contest with the prompt "how did we end up this way?" There's a link in my profile if you're interested :D