Inspiration

It is a friend, fickle her name is,

She comes and goes as She wills

Sometimes, She’s a light trickle

The next, a downpour heavy

I’d love to get a grasp on her

But She’s quite the lady,

The harder you cling

The faster she runs away screaming.

*Sigh* I really hate this dance (Also, this analogy sucksss)

But this, I must do

Else, you wouldn’t be reading this (if anyone does!)

Let me give you some advice (if you’ll let me)

Beware the trap of the artist!

We have not the freedom you desire or want.

Simply put…

The waves of inspiration toss us to and fro,

We break on the rocks, mostly.

Occasionally, we ride the waves…

Before they, of course, throw us back to the rocks .

Spare yourself!

Oh well, what am I saying?

When lightning strikes, what choice do you have but to do!