How frustrating No lyrics .. nothing at all . Perfect melody .. no lyrics . And you read your Emily Dickinson, And I my Robert Frost, And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we've lost. Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm, Couplets out of rhyme, In syncopated time And the dangled conversation And the superficial sighs, Are the borders of our lives. . Simon and Garfunkel . Gimme inspiration ... Gotta gimme some . I am desperate!