Inner LibraryA Story by Joey NizzLost opportunities Lost possibilities Feelings that we can never go back to That is part of what it means to be alive! But inside our heads Well At least that's how i imagine it There's a little room where we store the memories A room like shelves in a library And to understand the work of our own heart We have to keep on making a new reference card every time a new memory is in-store We gotta dust them every once in a while And let the fresh air in and start watering the vases of the flowers that we have inside In other words To bloom with fresh, creative new idea's You'll live forever in your own private library inside of your own creativity of you're head and heart.
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