I fear my insperation has left me,
I think it may have packed its bags.
I don't think it ever liked me,
I used it too often perhaps.
I fear my storm has subsided,
The seas have calmed,
And the winds have died down.
I think it moved to netter oceans.
I fear my mind has decieved me,
It told me I was full of passion,
It said I just simply had to wait.
I used it too much I guess.
I fear my flame is dieing,
I have seen it sputter a time or two,
It rains a lot more now days.
I fear I have naglected it.
I fear my insperation has really left me,
It is on vacation perhaps it will return.