What inspires me?

Is it beauty?
Is it sadness?
Is it destruction that makes way for a new beginning?

Is it love?
Is it hate?
Is it the yearning inside for something true?

Is it joy?
Is it despair?
Is it the hope that comes with the morning?

Is it peace?
Is it chaos?
Is it the thoughts in my head that always argue?

What inspires me?

They are all the same,
The opposite and the right;
States of mind and a place
Where I constantly fight.

What inspires me?

Hate cannot win over love:
Joy lives alongside fears;
Chaos breeds peace from above,
And beauty and sadness bring tears.

So what inspires me?
Is it everything?
Surely there has to be
One all-consuming thing.

Is it simply living?  Or living simply?
I cannot choose a one,
But life is the realm where I'll always be,
And Death has never won.