Inspiration.
 

 

A lofty word

 

That tries to paint

 

The process as

 

Beautiful,

 

As all gilded

 

Words and things do.

 

 

 

It is just fear.

Fear of drowning

In student debts

And mindless jobs.

Fear of fading

Into obscurity.

Just a gray face,

Accomplishing 

Nothing at all. 

So we lie and

Grit blood stained

Teeth and tongues,

Hiding away

The true spine of 

 

Inspiration.