You are my blue sky
You are my black ink
Through which the poet’s blood seeps
To show you your success
You are my central star
That keeps me going through
The Heaven & Hell I face
The Spirit of inner-peace I’m calling forth
You are my greatest gift
You are the reason for my creativity
The poet dies and lives again
All to reach a new audience
You are loved with these stanzas
The poet and you can dance off into new horizons
Your responsibility is to set yourself free
Find your World-changing capabilities
Then follow them endlessly
Anything can happen in a World like Earth
People have done it before
So don’t be afraid to change the World
You are capable
You are created to create
Now get out there and paint the sky blue
Before this poet looses too much blood

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