madness grabs hold
as monotony plants itself firmly at my desk.
thoughts scream to be heard
as my heart pounds at the awkward silence.
where is the heartbeat of the leader,
where rests the pool of babbling inspiration
and spirited unrest, outside of me
i seek you, elusive saint.
i hunt you like an endangered beast
to prize, to flaunt
to use for financial gain.
yet you continue to evade my grasp.
come out, come out and play.
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