Two simple words of a solitude destined poet
Trying to find his way through
Misty fogs of thoughts
His words intertwine like a clidascope in his mind
And nothing seem to click until petite
I am inspired by my rhythm of my solitude
And the pulsations in my chest
That beat louder and louder
The beats passing breaths
Until nothing is left but just to write it down
Guided by my needs and
I don't even know what my name is
But someone help me through
These metaphors
Something got me through this verse
But uhm i think her name is Inspiration
And she lays upon my bed
And quips into my head
And through my mind funky thoughts
Of designing all my dreams, hopes and desires
Inspired Inspired! ! ! !
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