My inspiration
has gone walkabouts
My imagination
cleared right up

Each step I've taken
through inked meadows
Every wave I've surfed
of rhythmic flows

Did I take a wrong turn
or have I reached an end
Does my flame no longer burn
and will it ever mend

I look to my left
I look to my right
Only blankess to ingest
An empty night

I turn each page
Blank, unwritten
No where to engage
Inspiration has hidden