It's a fire,
or a war,
it's a crane,
an old lore,
It's a poem
or a story,
something stolen
in a hurry.
It's a song,
it's a light,
is it wrong?
Is it right?
It's in my mind,
it's in my life.
Something to find,
something to slice.
Something like breathing,
a sort of deep feeling,
something I know inside of my soul,
something so new, something so old.
It's the blackened moonless night,
it's a day, joyous and bright.
It's the calling of a million voices
screaming right at you.
It's the weight of oh so many choices,
the question asking "Who?"
It's a vision,
it's a wonder,
something hidden
past the thunder
and the roar
of inspiration
past the cry
of desperation.
I feel it running through my veins!
Give me the wheel! Pass me the reins!
How my finger tips are itching with the thought!
Oh my mind will never rot!
As long as these blank pages,
-a wonder through the ages-
continue to let me find
inspiration deep inside.
