What Drives the Mind?
Every once in a while
the mind runs dry.
It sometimes makes you cry.
But seeing others strive
makes me yearn to thrive.
It brings a monsoon
to my resourceful moon.
In the past it has been a show
that made the river flow
Or even a friend
who's support he will lend.
The inspiration that I so desired
has always come from those I've admired.
The source isn't important
What matters is that it brings the torrent.
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