Inspiration
A idea or two
A strike from above
A bolt from the blue
The feeling manifested without my understanding of
The adrenilne rushing in my veins
My mind is set with nothing to shake
My feelings appear with nothing to feign
On a blank canvas that I write and paint
I just can’t stop until I am through
A hunger that drives and motivates me
My hands moved faster as my creation grew
Because I can’t stop the fire growing inside
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