Lost Inspiration
Color here, color there
But are not longer there
An old paint brush left in the corner untouched
pencils gathering dust
a lost inspiration
a scared mind
One good friend
A lost inspiration found once again
never to fear again
that old paint brush is dancing across the canvas
Pencil shavings are the only thing that's gathering
One word can bring you down
But many can bring you higher and higher
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