Some seagulls float in the water, others stand on the ice
Reflecting the world above breaking like fragile glass
Wondering what it is they're standing on
It mirrors life back to what the soul sees
The ones floating look on
Enjoying what they're used to doing
Not risking standing on something foreign
Creatures of the sea lost on a lake
Nowhere near where they're supposed to be
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I write what inspires me
I look at what's intriguing to my small brain
Reflecting on how I feel in art pieces
For they reflect my soul at a moment which will never occur twice
What inspires me drives me to create
To see the world in ways that were never possible
Until a single thought came in
And changed the color of my eyes
Allowing me to see in colors not yet discovered
For they are normally blinded by the sun
Or hidden in the darkness of the night
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We cannot change once we're gone
Gone on the open road
Through the endless sky
Dazzled by the glittering universe above each star sparkling
Creating an illusion of peace which we all believe
The constant hurry of time
Time to get things done
Time to see the world
Time to stop being busy
Time to wonder why
Time to find time
We're always searching for what's not there
Hoping the clock will be ticking wherever we go
Hoping we'll be everything we want before we're gone
Gone on that open road
Through the clouds above
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We're told to know who we are before we're born
It's not said but known amongst a society
That expects nothing less coming out of the womb of DNA
Telling us who we're supposed to be
Before nature destroys everything we'll never have
Leaving us scratching our bald heads
Wondering when did everything make sense
And will anything ever be calm
As we see in films on lost history
We'll never have a chance to find out
Who we're actually meant to be
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