Where is my inspiration? These words are flowing
My brain, its going, my smile, is glowing
My emotions are showing. No signs of slowing down
Up is up, and down is down
The sound in my head, depleting
These thoughts are fleeting
I’m seeing in the now
Who? What? Where? Why?
And how? Is this happening?
I’m trying to find my inspiration, my guide, to the life I want,
I want; I need you, to see that this endless disease, just won’t let me be ME
It’s constantly haunting with memories
I’m only tired, but no longer a liar. I feel that this fire can get even higher
And I pray that one day, my words will inspire
But where does this all go?
I feel like I’m dreading to know, where I’m heading
How many things must I read or write?
Until I have the right to see the light
Where is my inspiration?
For this piece of paper, this pen, I’m so blessed to start over again
But when will enough be enough?
When will I feel the gust of the wind at my back?
God, take me back.
To a time where I had no reason to write or rhyme
What happened to laughter?
The more I think I get madder
As a kid, I was going, my smile, was glowing, my words were flowing
Showed no signs of slowing down
So, how did I get here, just to be clear, I’m older, I’m wiser
So where is the answer? To my inspiration, my guide
I look down at the page and find out it’s me.
Or the people I see, it’s not the trees, or the birds and the bees
It’s the personalities I meet that won’t let me sleep
Their stories keep this pen flowing
I’ve got to keep going, constantly showing no signs of
The grass is green, and the sky is blue. Where is my inspiration?
My inspiration is YOU.
~ Christopher H.