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Inspiration
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Through the cracks I feel like a servant,
Just waiting for an order,
It's not what I'd like to be
but it's seems to be natural to me.
For her, I wait for any news,
with a word or a look, I move to
the flow, to either sing or prance.
I know my deeds have no means, but
to keep me occupied, for if I did
not do them I would be left to
my thoughts, driven mad by
their chaos. So until I'm
free of my chains, my
muse will give me words,
to give the ink form.
