Inspiration is fleeting and fickle,
And does not mix with procrastination.
They are liquids of differing density.
When that feeling hits you must act.
Let me tell you if you don’t then you won’t
When you thought you would or could.
I thought I could cup water for a while.
I thought if I shook the bottle hard
The oil wouldn’t float to the top.
But it’s too late and I can’t go back.
Entropy and forward movement of time.
All that. You know.
It’s funny I see my judgement as sound
In the moment, and how in retrospect
I laugh at my ignorance once more.
They say something about it being 20/20.
That’s really all one can do when
Things come to pass though isn’t it?
Laugh, and hopefully learn.
You cannot recreate genuine
Inspiration without its stimuli.
You cannot go back and regain
What you once held and threw away.
Entropy and forward movement of time.
All that. You know.
i guess it comes in seasons
i guess it comes in seasons
ron parrish
Look To What Is Ahead
"What you once held and threw away." - brilliant collection and condensation of a truth. Fine writing - slc