Inspiration

Inspiration is a funny old girl,

She pops up and sends your world a-whirl,

She never is around when you need her to be

She is always running and jumping in glee.

When she puts her fingers on your neck

You have to stop everything, oh what the heck!

Just stop in your tracks,

And turn your backs,

On everything you did up till then,

Sit down with your paper and pen,

Write or draw or scribble like mad

When she's gone, she leaves you sad.

It's hard to find her all over again,

She sets off events like a long, slinking chain,

Which lags and drags and follows you around,

The thoughts in your head the only sound.

You ponder and wonder and scratch your head

Trying to figure out what she had said.

You only end up messing your hair,

(Some of which falls off of right there!!)

She walked by me right here and now

I managed a glimpse at her, somehow.

She smiled a wicked smile and ran

I wonder if she knew that I still can?