When Truth Is the Only Choice
A muse never inspires me,
does she really exist?
I rely on the inner voice
more believable than others,
even less confusing and more encouraging;
one will get the profoundness of feeling
when surrounded by certainty:
laying down to dream, not to rest!
Who's been engulfed by false inspiration?
Don't be too hasty for any deception
that offers the illusion of greatness...
consider every idea that tackles;
be smarter than a salesperson,
or more alert than a new visitor in town...
rely on that confident, inner voice
when truth is the only choice!
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