11:39 PM


Some might say I'm a night owl and I tend to agree
I hope this feeling of inspiration never flees
But it always seems to be gone in a breeze
I try to understand this feeling like a child
understands that one plus two is three
Only if they knew it's not as easy as they make it seem
It's like digging up something that isn't there anymore
It's like you just missed the bus for your 1st day of school, it's like trying to remember a dream.
Just out of my reach, always out of my reach

No matter how hard you try to recall that inspiration
it slips away like a thief in the night.
Maybe to catch it I would need a degree
Maybe to understand that ideas are like trees
That they time and require sacrifice
I guess we will see if my ideas make it on the big screen

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