Inspiration is fluid
It’s water at the bottom Of a well
Waiting to be lifted up
And be used

Inspiration is magma
Flowing slowly
Building up inside a volcano
Ready to erupt

Inspiration is a book
Thousands of words waiting
Screaming
To be opened

Inspiration is the snow
You stand to watch it come down
You watch it fall and melt away
It only stays in the dead cold of winter

Inspiration is the flowers
Blooming brightly
Sweet scents spreading
And dying in the frost

Inspiration is the fruit
The perfect apple on a tree
Somehow growing atop a mountain
And unreachable to thee

Inspiration is my head
Speeding 100 miles and hour
So fast my hands can keep up and those words zoom by
It’s seems inspiration isn’t my friend
But inspiration is me