Glass Paragraphs

I write in lines, in separate rooms, sometimes
As I wander blank halls, follow disparate paths
Trails of spilled cabernet, I avoid glass paragraphs
Should I choose white, when I reach for the wine?

As I wander blank halls, follow disparate paths
I struggle with inspiration, instructive red moods
Should I choose white, when I reach for the wine?
Obsessed with brilliance, I sit down to brood

I struggle with inspiration, instructive red moods
Try to keep time with my heart’s desperate beat
Obsessed with brilliance, I sit down to brood
I’ve been here before; now, I win, or admit defeat

Try to keep time with my heart’s desperate beat
Trails of spilled cabernet, I avoid glass paragraphs
I’ve been here before; now, I win, or admit defeat
I write in lines, in separate rooms, sometimes