A zeal to pluck the stars
and touch the sky
Follow the icon you love
Insist you to fly high.
I remember the time
when I thought to have
a dream to own
just as a naive
Gone are the days
when you start up from new
take it from where the others left
is what advised by a few
Messed up with the idea
Dodged it for time
nothing happened until when
I perceived the chime
Foraged that one thing
which stimulate me to go
say “This is what I wanted”
started with the flow
Still something inside me
left me empty and hound
where does that one thing lags
from were should I found?
Then I understood whats lags behind
I called it regression
conjure by the mind
there he comes and said I lack temptation
only one thing can change my life
and that's called 'Inspiration'.
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