I feel inspired,

yet I’m too tired.

When I find a reason ‘to do’

I always find another ‘not to’

Why must we ALL suffer—

Inspiration FADES as a mere buffer—

We LOST our hope, we said “There’s nothing I can do”

Well, that is simply not true

The world’s inspiration is you

You are lucky to be alive, some even might say thrive

It’s like something evil is trying to ruin the perfection you hold

The perfection that is bound, but in you it is found

If you can let it out.

Remember everything happens for a reason,

. . .