Inspire Yourself

Sometimes it feels as if from thin air, But other times it never shows. Where the next idea is to come from? No one truly ever knows. Sometimes it’s divine, subliminal thought, But other times it hurts the mind. In any case, all we certainly know Is that inspiration’s the hardest to find. Like the ink in the quill, soon to run dry, The mind, too, can enter a void. Be careful not to linger within that realm For the poet gets quickly annoyed. To escape the power of the uninked write Just put your paper under the pen. Let it all flow, regardless of thought And the poet will show his face again.