Poems, you will never know when it will come to you
It will hit you right then and there
Like thunders and flashes of lightning
You got to be prepared
But you can never be prepared
It will be as if time halted and all you can ever do is stand still
As the words pour out of your mind
Helplessly you are struggling to put them back
So you can remember everything when you write them down
Poems, it is a long train of thought on a winding rail
It will be impossible to jump out of it
And you will never jump out of it
Because it's a quicksand, all you can do is sink, sink, sink
But what you will realize
Is that, after all the empty drafts and coffee mugs
You've just created something that might change the world
Then you should know it's all worth it