There is a light inside of me
That it wants my mind to properly see
Looking to shine on my conscious, potential
Lacking the influence to set its illumination free
I feel its presence
Trapped in its adolescence
Pounding away at my insides
A timeless essence
It harbors a soul
Looking to maintain control
As it rides the waves of creation
Trying not to drown in reach for its goal
Rising, falling, rising, falling
A faint whisper heard in the wind calling
Suggesting the proper guidance to conceive possibilities
Without the frustration of delay or forestalling
The storm rages nearer
With enlightenment on the verge of being forever clearer
It stays afloat looking to break free
Suddenly the waves represent a smooth glass mirror
The light reflects into its own mystical face
Dispersing the storm, revealing pure grace
A vast array of its emotions pours out in the lucid glow
This is the time that my conscious has learned to embrace
Emotions translate into inspirational visions
Visions with the choice of making decisions
To stay locked up or transform into worded inspirations
This is where potential runs into inevitable divisions
The light reaches its fullest potential
Elucidating the ideas that are most essential
I pour them on to paper like spices in a soup
One word has the power to be so influential
Here is my creation
Created out of a month long frustration
While inspiration took a vacation
I present to you here, a visible sensation.
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