Inspiration

Inspiration

3/29/2012

In silence, I sit, an empty shell,

My mind, blank like a slate,

And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.

In this story I don’t know how to tell,

I find the right words always come too late.

In silence, I sit, an empty shell.

And then my consciousness starts to spell

The words, and they don’t wait,

And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.

In other’s words, I always dwell,

As they’re dangled in front of me like bait,

But in silence, I sit, an empty shell.

So I take these words out of their jail

To quell this burning fire I cannot sate,

And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.

For words are things that I know all too well

And to forever spill them is my fate,

For in silence, I sit, an empty shell

And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.