Inspiration.
I surround myself
with inspiration every day.
Words running into each other,
Words that slip from the tongue
and make beautiful sounds.
With art, that echoes music and sorrow;
that twists to form unheard of things.
I'm telling you now
that it does nothing, to make me
form what I want you to hear.
You run into me,
you slip from my tongue,
you make beautiful sounds.
you echo with music and sorrow;
you twist, in my twisted eyes,
and form unheard of things.
I try to surround myself
with you every day.
with inspiration every day.
Words running into each other,
Words that slip from the tongue
and make beautiful sounds.
With art, that echoes music and sorrow;
that twists to form unheard of things.
I'm telling you now
that it does nothing, to make me
form what I want you to hear.
You run into me,
you slip from my tongue,
you make beautiful sounds.
you echo with music and sorrow;
you twist, in my twisted eyes,
and form unheard of things.
I try to surround myself
with you every day.