With hands that love to hold
And feet that love to run
I loved you, I loved you
As the moon would love the sun

Oh, inspiration.
How i desire you yet seem to drive you away.
I strive for you,
look for you in every inch of every corner.
You strike unforgivingly just like lightning, though it seems the latter is more likely.
I receive you most from others; from what they’ve been inspire to do.
I hope that maybe sometime this can be an inspiration to you.
Oh, inspiration-

There is a wonder to be found in the circle of death.
They way that you die countlessly to those in your life.
They themselves die over and over as well.

A child dies to a mother when the mother is no longer a lifeline. When a child looks to other things for means of fulfillment. When a child moves forward.
The child is dead.

A friend dies to a friend when they no longer are on the same wavelength. When they can no longer see the same sunset. When a friend moves forward.
The friend is dead.

A partner dies to a significant other when they can no longer be the haven needed. When they are no longer one. When a partner moves forward.
The partner is dead.

You are all of these things and yet you can die in any combination. The circle of death continues and you continue your rebirth, until you die once more.

It continues until your soul can no longer take it, and you die once more.

You die once more and now those around you may no longer revel in your cycle. This saddens them.
You are dead.

the flowers that grow here,
have their roots in despair
For life is deaths only true heir