Inspire
It comes easy to some
It comes hard to others
It's hard to find inspiration in this cruel world
My only inspirations are 7 men that hold my heart
And stacks and stacks of books stacked neatly on my shelf
My inspires are not like others
Inspiration is a whole continent away
Yet it's sitting right next to my bed
Let it come, flow like water, trickle down the window on a rainy day
It is inspiration or an escape from Reality?
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