Somewhere in the world
there's a yearning for a man
there's a demand for his words
to lift the burden of their reality
and surround them with the cloak of creation
yet here I sit...desolate
searching every corner of my realm for inspiration
oscillating fans
microwave kernals
dripping faucets
flushing urinals
dryer sheets
remnant scents of recent freak sessions
everything in the world but...
my flow
my cup is runneth over with flurries of white noise
while out there in the world...someone sits
praying for a second of poise from a man
yearning for his words to bring peace of mind
but right now
all i can find is calm
with no kaleidoscope of storms on the horizon
could this be the day that life will be surprising?
maybe I'll get up and go out into the world
find a paradigm to unfold
embrace the belief that just maybe...
reality can be inspiring to the soul
i stare at the ceiling...
i'd rather sleep...I'm tired
but i have to get up
and inspire.
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