Con of Inspiration

The moment comes
as quickly as the moment is gone.
The notes causing hums
leave us without a song.
The smiles that were worn
are quickly abandoned now.
The paper feelings that were torn
were kept hidden somehow.
The overflow of emotions
stirred the chaos pot.
Now the seconds with commotions
are all proven for not.
The rise of rebellion
was just a Broadway show.
The choruses so stirring from the hellions
who sang of something they did not know.
Now the moments of inspiration
fall flat on their own faces
as admissions and abdications
put us all back into our uninspired and stagnant places.

I'm Going To, Just To

I'm going to tell you these words
without believing in them.
I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs.
I won't do any of these verbs
just so I can break a promise again
and to portray a fake amount of fun.
I'll strive to do everything you won't
just to prove to you and me that you are no prophet.
I'm going against every fiber anyone else may have.
Lastly, I'll posses the qualities you don't
just to show both of us that I haven't lost it.

I'm going to do it all differently
just to make myself what I was told I could never be.