[center][h3]A Prosaic Revelation[/h3]
Do you know how easy it is to be uninspired by your inspiration?
To go back to the roots you once adored and now feel nothing for?
So easy to miss something that was never there
Screaming and thrashing in the open air
Hoping to scratch that invisible line
To finally cross into divine understanding 
Of the spiraling world inside the mind[/center]