Define inspiration. . . .
Stereotypical; with every passing glance, there's another label.
I don't know why we just don't brand ourselves
So everyone knows what we are
Or what they think we are.
Why do we try so hard to fit in when we were born to stand out?
I drown myself in abstract colors.
Take in the rays that scream the stench of summer.
Dance in the pouring rain
And pretend I don't have a care in the world.
Live in the moment for what it is.
Worry about today and stick around for tomorrow.
Scream at the top of your lungs just because you can.
Hate everything and everyone because you're pissed.
Hold your head up your radiance--is my inspiration
But defining it . . . well, that's up to you, isn't it?
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