When all words have been written,
With nothing left to say
Inspiration stills her tongue,
And off she flies away
Imagination skips and skips,
Caught in a repetitiousness loop
Bouncing in an endless maze,
Echoing in an empty room
Yet passing through the majestic door
Where each stone is a dream
My eyes and ears are opened wide,
As inspiration screams
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