are we fools?
are we fools?
am i a fool?
i question myself a lot
is what i do going to matter
"in the long run"?
do i even want to
do this or need to?
i hate emotions that last
for what feels like
forever.
i don't like the questioning.
who am i?
what do i want to do?
do their oponions matter?
times like this is when i need
a source of inspiration.
my heart searches
and searches
and eventually finds
answers.
the answer ive found
is that we are
only fools if we
give up.
ive found that
inspiration is real.
its all over.
its deep inside people,
waiting to be shown
to others like me.
am i a fool?
maybe.
are we fools?
we will have to decide
for ourselves.
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