Role
When everything and everyone around are silent
I feel my soul being fulfilled with serenity and peace.
My inspiration then starts emerging in a crescendo
Bit by bit, carrying into effect plain ‘n clear perceptions.
Those perceptions bring about reflection
And it all makes meaningful reasoning arise
Followed by ideas [creative or not] that come up
To cause my hands to move and write, write, write!
Doing that I go all through the night, and
Next morning my body is thoroughly wasted.
My spirit, however, is not weary, for silence
Fed it with plenty of wonder and satisfaction.
So I just live the day
Enjoying every moment,
And feeling like I’m sure
What my role in the world is.
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