The desperation on the look for inspiration,
On the outside
left without the right note to hit
Slamming fingers on keyboards
gripping pencils til splint breaks us a part
Finally feeling something else…
Hold my metaphorical hand
Remember to support.
Maybe then will we find a way to understand,
take a part of me
Be reminded to share,
for to the world we go in bare,
and some leave too soon:
they cannot bear to walk with scars
preferring to lay with cuts
Bandages wrapped around,
we forget we’re still flowing
the hearts of others and even mine;
symbolically still growing,
with you and I cuffed to reality,
our dreams can remember that being together means human,
and humanity itself is another day on the land
with the lay of the land being chaotic,
irrationality bringing us back at ease
back to breathe.
Is inspiration within me?
Is rationality just a dream?
Just bear with me please