The Inspiration
Thought of her is gallivanting
on the boulevards of my brain
like a wild river in spring
roused by the pouring rain.
Thought of her makes me alive
everytime my soul wants to surrender.
She's the reason I survive
the wild storm and raucous thunder.
For even if this mind does not care
whether this wretched body will live or die,
thought of her makes me aware,
and what makes me want to try.
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