Sometimes inspiration is hard to find
And I'm forever in its debt
It's like trying to start a fire in my mind
And sometimes the tinder's wet
I know that some poets wrote every night
Larkin used to do two hours without fail
Two hours with no idea in sight
Would feel like two hours in jail
If I don't have a clue what to write
Then I'm just wasting ink
That's why this poem was so hard tonight
Much harder than you think