On Dopemine
I found my voice when I returned home
found myself sitting in a dim lit room
all alone , turned off my phone
turned the music on
my mood was to be , left alone
everyone appeared to be gone
soon as the lights came on
didn't matter everyone had to scatter
it was on, I was in my zone
where there is peace, someone
just has to interrupt, my first thought
"YELL SHUT UP"
but, I told my peace to please
be still, I told my anger not to erupt
it's easy to lose creative flow, in the mist of
trying to grow, by lit candles so please
do not blow, and when you go
please back out the driveway, real slow

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I am feeling inspired by reading this work. Excellent write.
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my poet, I know this spot and time that you speak of. back away before you push away my creative thought. yes
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flow on point fellow lyricist
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dope flow!
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I wig out like Gollum when someone snatches that moment from me. It is "My Precious." Tight capture
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