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Inspiration comes from within, but
Sometimes it’s difficult to arouse.
I can look up at the clouds in the sky,
Or swing like a child from tree boughs.
Still, there are times nothing happens!
I sit and reach inward for expression.
I stretch my limits and reach for hope,
But my mind doesn’t want to take action!
I’d love to write about my loved ones,
Or adventures I took–what I’ve learned.
Still, the seeds I sow lie dormant below,
And my soil stays unwatered–unburned.