Low Spirits, High Drive

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I'm thinking and sinking

Into a depression that kills

So sorrowful, it isn't logical

To have a glass that cannot be filled.

But you know, with my spirits so low

My inspiration may fly so high

For in the sadness there's creation, a liberation

A freedom which I may live by.

So now I'm dreaming and scheming

Writing misery onto paper behind closed doors

And even if I'm alone, my spirits so low

At least my motivation might soar.