Compulsion is swimming
In my veins  
And bidding me lunge
But the weight of the chains
Is just to much
And forethought never....

Fore thought never comes into play.
Not in these moments
When movement is sway
And I'm thinking not.


But inspiration


And I'm thinking not of
Degradation
But just of that thing
Which we all possess
Just of that think
Which thinks so much less.

Yes.
Inspiration.