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.
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