Boiling inside my thoughts trap me tight
trying to clear my mind using some light
fighting to hear and to find to ease fright
clogged views of the present disturb my sight
A mental cleaning's achieved through dreaming
the present's erasing the past, seeming
to fulfill what's not ready to achieve
when daylight comes, the fantasy can leave
inspiration comes quick like gusts of wind
leaving too fast for effect to begin
I cannot take advantage of the strength
when all my visions are of such short length
My goal is final with pen to paper
take traits of mother earth and restate her
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