Lost my creativity the moment I went to a hotdog eating contest

It's been a while since,
I picked up the pen,
wrote a little something,
and called it a day.

I was too busy,

feeding on lies,
those unneeded calories,
followed by cavities,
from all the sweet-talking.

Being promised the sky,
was not what I had in mind,
such farfetched ideas,
keeping me up at night.

Now I picked up jogging,
trying to outrun your words,
skillful cavalries,
hunting me down through my memories.

Started taking remedies,

swollen extremities,
trying to keep the pace,
with the help of some old melodies.

Maybe I should try harder,

so I wrote a song,
it felt so right, but the song was all wrong.