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.