Where does inspiration lurk
When you’re trying hard to work
But the ideas won’t form inside your brain?
Where do you go to seek
An audience of sheep
Willing to flock together
To be entertained?
It’s no easy task
Reaching out to grasp
What little is left but somehow still remains
Without ideas there are no plans
Tempting to alienate your fans
Before becoming the man, the myth, the spark to light the flame
It’s not the bumblebee that stings
But the pendulum that swings
That sets the tone
On how things are the way they are despite the pain
And the more you fight the cause
The more often progress becomes paused
And the better the chances are
That all changes stay the same
I think stimulation’s key
Because the brain needs food to eat
Or you’ll undoubtedly starve it
If you don’t feed it what it craves
So just so it’s understood
There is no would, or should, or could
There’s only do or die with tears in eyes
While dancing in the rain