Inspiration sneaks up again...
Inspiration comes in ways that I don't understand
It sneaks up soundless, quick and sly, and grabbs me in its hand.
Who is inspiration and why is he so quick
to knock me off my clumsy feet and play his childish trick?
I want to eat, I want to sleep, I simply want to ... BE
why is living like the rest such chore for me?
Waking up at 2 or 3. then paint the day away...
my "normal" is exhausting... must paint... do NOT delay.....
Inspiration... yes I'm tired... but grateful to my core
Overload me every day... it's YOU that I adore!
Who are you inspiration? When will you come back?
Please knock me off my feet tonight... I'll wait for your attack!