He sat motionless
His pen just as still
The pad before him
Pristine as ever
The hours sprinted pass

His mind wandered in search
For a sign that inspired
A sound that excited
An idea that stirred
The heart within his chest

When he finally finds it
His pen will carve words to pad
Let loose years of frustration
Justify sacrifices
Put an end to his exile

When that time finally arrived
He would gloriously be set free
His long-awaited catharsis
All he needed was just a spark
He thought as he sat motionless

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