Now, I'm inspired.
The blank paper sits in front of me.
But Now, it's comforting.
You see,
I used to be put down by what I didn't understand.
But Now, I puff out my chest when I stand.
Now, I ask for help when I can.
No more do I sit in boredom, bothered by what's out of sight.
Instead, I act intentionally and do what's right.
What inspires me is seeing everybody grow and prosper.
The equality of people gathering and working together,
towards the betterment of society.
What inspires me is the act of inspiring.
It can be done by helping your neighbor.
Just do them a favor, and ask questions later.
Now, I must get back to being inspired,
or inspiring,
but they're one and the same.
To be inspired, I must train my brain.
I must seek change and never be the same.
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