Lost Lines

In my rusty sketchbook Every line shows apart of my mind My thoughts paint in black The dreams and ideas I had stay here From time to time the color gets weaker I lose it more than ever Getting harder to fill it Hours run No inspiration Years flow away I really don't know what it is Only a book Or my problems Can I find it again Those moments I cherished Sometimes I lose my dreams What is next Pages yellow with age Memories fade like echoes in the dark Searching for the spark that once Set my soul on Fire I really don't know what it is Only a book Or my problems Can I find it again Those moments I cherished Sometimes I lose my dreams What is next