Where does inspiration come from?
Is there reservoir within each of us
full of that fleeting feeling
when everything is right and
words and art flow from our fingers?
If that is true, there are those of us
whose lakes are barren and dry,
cruelty having drained them
of everything good that comes
with being a living, breathing human being.
But then I look around and see
those who are the exact opposite.
Their souls overflow, love and kindness,
like a crystalline, sparkling waterfall,
and everything they touch
is turned golden and beautiful.
But most people are somewhere
in the middle. Flashes come and go,
of true beauty and terrible evil,
mixing together to form an average person,
reservoir not too full and neither entirely empty.
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