I don't know what to do.
I'm all out of ideas.
Everytime I force myself
I get no results.
Why is it that I have to wait for inspiration?
Why must I wait for that spark?
That idea?
It drives me insane when I try to come
To a conclusion.
Like an unexplainable miracle,
I cannot explain how I need to obtain
My inspiration.
I know there are a lot of things to look at,
But I cannot just sit around.
It needs to hit me like storm upon a unsuspecting peaceful field.
Roar on through this field that is my mind.
Rage against it, and tear it apart;
Clearing it of anything that blocks its way.
As this storm called inspiration passes,
The field blooms again anew,
And I am refreshed as ideas start
Coming from every way.
That is what I need, that sudden rush.
I sit here now...wondering when that next storm will come
Because I just wrote this at this very moment,
From just those few words.
Those few words being my storm, my inspiration which sparked the idea,
And produced what you now read.
Why is it that I must wait for inspiration?
It is because it produces something I know I can be proud of.
 
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