Inspiration comes
Only from imagination
And imagination purely from child,
It is impossible to create
Inspiration
It is not viable,
It is not tangible,
But rather a feeling
Feelings have no definition,
Nor may they be explained,
Explaining the inexplicable is preposterous,
The search for words never ending
And yet when it comes it’s there,
And when it leaves it’s not
There is no questioning where or when,
Nor when it will return,
One must simply wait
Pause,
Think for a moment,
And eventually realize
That they have no control over it,
Then, and only then,
Can it come