Life Offline
Often times I sit in my desk, wondering what it would be like
to be a professional author or swordsmith, or even the NBA's Mike.
But then I sit with my sketchbook open, and begin to line and draw
the many details in my head of a world, imagined and raw.
Brothers with powers of fire and ice, some with active camo
and the small art page I have-so nice-makes my imagination go KA-BLAMMO!
Then I return back to my thoughts, and think, I don't need that
my mind returns back to its state of normalcy.
I am inspired by all the things this world has to offer
good, bad, small, big, it does not matter much
but what matters here and now is how I'm inspired much.
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