She,
With her head in her hands
Sheathed in black
Willing the time
To hurry up and bring
Her 10 minutes closer to freedom
Inspires me
He,
With the pencil in his hands
And the paper on his desk
Gazing through the window
Creating pictures
Instead of notes
Inspires me
That snow,
Only to be seen by us
For a moment
Before it drifts below
The small hole we call a window
To be viewed by some
Other lucky person
Inspires me
Her,
With the attentive eyes
And the paper filled
With words and words
And words and words
Of note-taking
Covering up the scars
Behind her eyes
Inspires me
Him,
With the green eyes
And that look
Of stone and uncertanity
Tapping the pencil
On his desk
Inspires me
You,
Standing in this mine of despair
Holding the only key to our future
Looking at us
And doubting everything you see
I just ask that you
Inspire me
Gold trophy winner
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