Inspired
Often times, its not happiness
It's rage,
burning in the very veins that pump my blood
It's sadness,
pulling at my heart
It's anxiety,
shaking my body,
melting my wishes.
Often times, its not happiness
It is a moment,
a thought,
what could be,
why I feel.
But a simple moment,
that stamp in time,
makes the difference.
The melody,
playing softly in my ears,
as the midnight sounds,
grips onto my mind.
It is then, I can hear.
The words Apollo intends.
Inspired.
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