Inspiration[]
Once I was inspired to write
There was music blaring in my ears
I failed to captured dramatic melodies
Smooth harmonies, cascading crescendos
They trickled through my fingers
Like water through a sieve
Once I was inspired to write
A thought, drifting through the air
A butterfly, softly landing on my shoulder
I stared at it wonderingly, reaching out
But I never saw the thought again
It floated away, on its fragile wings
Once I was inspired to write
I caught a glimpse of someone special
My heart skipped a beat, and I smile
They look over at me, and in a fit of panic
I turn away. I want to catch this feeling
But it disappears before I know it
I want to be inspired to write
But there is nothing.
Instead of thoughts, there is a void
Sometimes I want my world to be full of inspiration
I want my world to be filled of
Happiness, dreams and music
But it isn't and never will be...
Right?