Inspiration
Pen clicking on the desk
Breaths of fresh air
Pen clicking on the desk
Breaths of cold air
Pen clicking on the desk
Breaths of dry air
Throat closing
Mind racing
Music blasting
Feelings pulsing through your body as you struggle to decide how to live
Deadline after deadline
heart starting to flatline
What is it that you want?
What is it that you want?
What is it that makes you get up in the morning
What is it that makes you whistle while you work.
Who does it
Where does it come from
No
Where do you come from
Pen clicking on the desk
Your mother's hair touches her neck, coarse and tight as she works on her doctorate
Doctorate
In school for a while, you think
Pen clicking on the desk
You watch your father from his desk
Working diligenlty
you watch your stepmother taking care of the family the way she does things
So meticulously and you wonder what your purpose is
Andyouwonderifyou'lleverfinditbutyoucan'tletanyoneknowthatyoufeellikeyouwon'tmakeit
who is your inspiration
Pen clicking on the desk
the words are flowing better now
the breaths are getting stronger now
And when you're asked what is your inspiration
You answer
People
Your family
My family
myself
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