Inspiration
Inspiration is to me;
the air we breathe,
and views we see.
The food we taste,
music we hear.
All the things that we can feel,
deep, deep inside,
or with our exterior.
The good,
the bad,
and things material.
Everything that proves I’m alive;
makes me free,
and not want to die.
A. F.
This poem is about:
Me