Of this perception I am

Of this perception I am curious;

 what motivates the human attitude?

Who is born more or less delirious,

but yet a genius life they should allude.

Their inspiration premeditated

awarded by an ultimate power,

in a gift they are intoxicated,

the state of mind creative happy hour.

So I present to you in arts rare form,

A poor soul who is embellished after death,

This is only the calm before the storm

Just minutes before my terminal breathe.

Anxious for the moment my name in lights,

In history I’ll find eternal life.



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