Cool, pale, washed out,
Speak quietly, don't shout!
Chilling, trying to capture back my vibrancy,
My Mojo seems to have lost its intensity
My world appears to me ghostly pale
My movements have slowed like a snail
So speak softly ,don't shout,
I need time, peace and quiet,
My Mojo back out !
Written for IN TANDEM where Art and Words meet