Disheartned

I thought I had found that one thing lasts throughout all time. Inspiration! However now I find that it's getting more difficult to write, nothing comes to mind except the beauty that was a lie. Lost in the woods of my failing mind, I'm slowly turning away to run from the tide. Change is disheartening at times, as happiness leads to loneliness I find. The heart beats on the mind trails off, neither seems to understand the truth that behind. So here I find I cannot truly write, as a bird in cage I feel trapped inside.