Saturday, October 4, 2014

Inspiration

Inspiration
3/29/2012

In silence, I sit, an empty shell,
My mind, blank like a slate,
And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.

In this story I don’t know how to tell,
I find the right words always come too late.
In silence, I sit, an empty shell.

And then my consciousness starts to spell
The words, and they don’t wait,
And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.

In other’s words, I always dwell,
As they’re dangled in front of me like bait,
But in silence, I sit, an empty shell.

So I take these words out of their jail
To quell this burning fire I cannot sate,
And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.

For words are things that I know all too well
And to forever spill them is my fate,
For in silence, I sit, an empty shell
And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.

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