Inspiration

Inspiration, my fickle old friend, You come and you go as you will, And so, on you, I cannot depend. My mind, my dreams you constantly fill Only to leave me all alone Unable to drink up my heart’s fill. Oh, for the sights you might have shown If you had come at my calling. Alack for the nights I’ve spent alone Lying in my bed, sad and bawling That you would seem to desert me, Knowing that my morale is falling. Still, in thinking of you do I see My hopes and my dreams without end. Your presence for me a mystery. I apologize if I offend. Inspiration, my fickle old friend.