What triggers my spirit is always glass half-full
To string along the words to finish my own thoughts
Whatever is before or behind all these dots
Is the puzzle pieces, of inspiration pull

Flowers to the torment of ill-advised loud tunes
Crying to the mere thought of justified moments
That brother's aiming ways underlie the movements
Succumbing to pressure of the sobering loons

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