Senses = Inspirations
Senses=Inspirations
My senses have been utilized ever since I was young
They all come easy, such as tasting with the tongue
Each one on their own, them all in command
Smelling with the nose, touching with each hand
Seeing with each eye, hearing with each ear
Ideas are sparked and dreams appear
Every day something new, each hour something more
A bit of every memory remains deep in the core
Beginning to stir and ignite upon activation
Thoughts racing to conjure up a new creation
Words strung together forming sentence after sentence
Different emotions endured depending on its contents
Every new product is an ingenious original concept
Straight from the depths of my very own mind
An abyss empty, but often leaving me resigned
To embark upon a journey to expel an excess of philosophies
They build up in my brain, waiting to someday be free to breath
Five senses used collectively, forming, shaping, sparking a new conception
All over the Earth, everything is an inspiration.