Inclined to be what I wish to be.
I'm inclined to be myself, by myself, using only myself as inspiration.
I'm inclined to others, to mothers and fathers. To be fat to be skinny, to be ugly, to be pretty.
I'm inclined to an infinite life, or one of spite, hate and crime.
I'm inclined to love, to true love, to love that is merely a myth, or love that is truly the best.
It's an inclination for us to fake, for us to say "for God's sake" and lie like we care, and die like we care. But we rarely care for God's sake. We care for our sake, for his sake, for that pretty girl's sake.
Angles are inclined down, and up, and sideways. We are inclined up, down, sideways.
I'm inclined to say no, to say yes, to say maybe, to say I'll think about it.
I'm inclined to be patient, to be restless, to be sad and to be happy.
I'm inclined to be myself, and only myself, and myself if only I can accomplish that originality of it.
I'm inclined.
So are we all.
What are you inclined to?
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