I see it in you
Don't give up on yourself
Bring your heart back from that dusty old shelf

You make me feel new
And I can see right past
The wall you have painted, it's made of glass

I'll help you pull through
I'm in love with your mind
Please let me in, let our thoughts intertwine

What I need to do
Is burn down your disguise
Don't be a part of your own self demise

When someone asks me
"Who inspires you?"

I think to myself
"What a silly question."

It is not only famous, accomplished people that inspire me,
which is what they would expect as an answer.

its
the stars
the grass
the boy who smiled
the mother picking up a hurt child
the leaves turning brilliant colours in the fall
the young woman who wasn't afraid to tell her story
the old man who felt the spark of persistence
the happiness of the simple pleasures
the smell of laundry
the living mud
the moon

The millions of great people not recognized for their outstanding feats,
but that's okay.

As one of my favourite authors put it when speaking about people who had drive, dreams, inspiration, and grit

**"Great men and great women--
Some famous,
most not..."

my mind stirs
and then I lie
awake
for hours