I thank God with gratitude,
For the bliss of solitude,
The subsequent inspiration,
The joy of creation,
And then some celebration!
The world ceases to matter,
Even if it says I’m mad as a hatter!
Oh the bliss of solitude beyond compare,
It doeth reveal one’s divinity so rare!
But, in the long run, a song needs a singer,
A story deserves a reader,
And a picture desires a connoisseur.
This seems to be a principle quite rife,
Leading to the intricate web that is life!
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