Just think: The next time you laugh; someone else is crying. The next time you love; someone else is dying. When spring is everywhere, and life leaps through the air; the trudge through dirty snow, for them takes longer than you'll know. A red attracts your eye, you guess it is profound; the red it hants their dreams, keeps them staring at the ground. Your awe of complexity, seems dendritic never at ease; they press the button again, switch the channel Barbie and Ken. Another child born, mommy gleams through sweat and tears; a boy's last glimpse alone, curled up none to calm his fears. A God on high made low, humbly died so all may know; there's more to life than this, more than hoarding, emptiness. This life is vibrant green, grown like newly wetted moss; just remember this one piece, all your gain is someone's loss.

This is true inspiration, given to me from God. He wouldnt let me be done with it until it rightly included him and was perfected.