Inspiration
I hail Catharsis.
Where are you, friend?
Tell me where to go.
Give the path that hath
some sort of answer.
You know while
I do not and
maybe never will.
This world is Big.
I am a protozoan.
I abuse you, Catharsis.
You turn me on
When my engine is cold
Purr for me so I can follow
your beat or at least
some grandiose rhythm.
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