All My Inspiration

Forced to visit all my fear - In pursuit of inspiration. But through collection all I hear - Is I'm not long for aspiration. Through careful words and softened voice - I could reduce evaporation. But do I trust subconscious choice - With all my liberation? That argument could give me face - To point that accusation. If it flees I'll have to chase - And risk dissociation. In looking for some clarity - I could brave that isolation, Gamble with fate for sanity - And a chance at satiation. Though with these words I must confess - It's hardly a vacation. I'm spawning thoughts that can't digress - Months after observation. In the end my mind will flood - These words are precipitation. My hope is it can wash the blood - From my mental amputation.