And I am left to wonder, Just what s so great, About these modern hieroglyphics, I scribbled in the night. Because inspiration is The worst used car you ever bought. And costs you down the road. You sit there stupidly, Expecting it to move. Getting there is up to you.
Inspiration is a principle.
It abstractly confirms, What reality denies. Demanding perseverance, excellence or else, Or else it will just go away, And leave you feeling hollow. A shard from my electric vision, The glimmer of synapse, Poor recompense for toil, But results are not demanded. I have lived within a dream. It s locked away in there, It s locked away in me.