The Spark

Holding out for something special
To come around
Like we all did in the old days
Something profound

Where is the spark
That you used to find?
You’re lost in the dark
And nothing was found

All the thoughts that you’ve been having
Won’t seem to pass
Now you’re putting pen to paper
With a half-empty glass

Where is the spark
That you used to find?
You’re lost in the dark
And nothing was found

All the pain that you held onto
Hoping it would somehow amuse
Leaving out all the fine details
Obscuring the truth

Praying that you’ll find direction
Hoping you’ll have much more to say
Leaving all your cards on the table for a rainy day

Where is thе spark?