Inspiration burns like fire
I know that kindling's hard to find
Good makes bad and bad makes good
They say a story's like a life
When I'm awake I can't perceive it
I only see it in my dreams
Bits and pieces find their way to me
Is it really as it seems
Stare at what's in front of me
Would it be better said as who
Can't believe what's happened
I can barely think of what to do
You should take responsibility
For the things that you define
But you can't explain when
Reality and fantasy combine
Is it love or is it fiction?
Is that even contradiction?
Is it wrong when rights are written all the same?
Are you really what's depicted?
Are your mannerisms scripted?
Are you okay if I call you by your name?
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Are you feeling what I'm writing?
Has it become a part of you?
Do I ponder your existence or
Do I accept it as the truth?
Is the lifeblood flowing through your veins
Just the thoughts I put to words?
My distance from reality's
Becoming harder to discern
Are the secrets that I keep with me
For your sake or for mine?
Are you saying what I want to hear
When you tell me that you're fine?
Is the life you lead fulfilling if
It's just a book upon a shelf?
Are the things you say from you
Or are they coming from myself?
How can you answer all my questions when
I can't begin to answer yours?
As the words flow through my fingertips
I see you broken on the floor
Did you know I meant it truly
I said that you're a work of art?
Inspiration burns like fire
All I needed was that spark