Query

A never quest for anything

The inspiration was always Heaven

Light blends a personal hue

While the earth has another equation?

A thinker I am

What pulled the plans then?

I know the logic and how the tree will sway and

I sit rock solid

Like there is some purpose to this

Giving, giving, giving mind alone

The future is not what I expected

Even better

But who really knows

What do I trust, perfection, plans, purpose, or shining ego

Or crystal shining surfaces

Bringing together horizons

Is it just the state of affairs?

A good query is that

And if it was would that be bad?

Think, I didn't put my foot forward

I said a prayer and there you were

Then little bubbles of interest

Began cascading everywhere

Then I'm writing love stuff

Like I never have before

What is the meaning of this?

Must be quirk or a sacred kick in my butt

Yet, somehow, somewhere there is a muse

Who thought that desire or inspiration could come from a human function

Love is merely a series of bonding moments that follows attraction

That's what I always said

My muse must be a juggernaut or a well-placed comet

An aha once beholden

So how does inspiration come through a man

Must be nature then

If I go with the flow anything could happen though

So here goes

So, let's go with life's purpose

Always approved by skies like gently falling rain

To grow mere flowers

In the wake of harps

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