Inspiration can come in silence
Perhaps I make too much noise
I am not hearing anything but myself
I can’t seem to sit still to meditate
What I wish for keeps filling my head
Things I should not want yet I do
Like pulling the petals off a flower
My thoughts go I should wish I should not
I already know the answer
I just don’t want to face it
There are verses for me to pen
Carried on imagination’s wings
But I sit with my paper empty
Listening to the sound of my own voice
Perhaps I make too much noise
I am not hearing anything but myself
I can’t seem to sit still to meditate
What I wish for keeps filling my head
Things I should not want yet I do
Like pulling the petals off a flower
My thoughts go I should wish I should not
I already know the answer
I just don’t want to face it
There are verses for me to pen
Carried on imagination’s wings
But I sit with my paper empty
Listening to the sound of my own voice
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