Some Days the Poem Writes You

Some days you're thrown an I just don't know Other days it's all right there A glimmer of hope in which to cope A fresh breath of poetic air A constant loop as the dial slowly moves In its never ending search for the truth Some days you write the poem Some days the poem writes you From the ups and downs to the toss arounds All grate on a soul in time But what's growing there inside your despair Can pour forth in the perfect rhyme Some days you find the inner light Others you have no clue Some days you write the poem Some days the poem writes you You can be more or less inspirationaless Then your pen flairs with the finest finesse The point that you make either blows them away Or what you have to say is anyone's guess Holding onto the theme of your color scheme Being the brightest of hues Some days you write the poem Some days the poem writes you