I sought inspiration,
but it wasn't where I looked.
It was neither in the forest,
or written in a book.
Not amongst the noise,
or in the quiet of my mind.
It did not come when first beckoned,
or after quite some time.
I gave in to resignation.
It was not to be today.
When unannounced it came,
with ideas to convey.
“What shall I write about?
Please inspire and let me know!”
It replied “Just write about this moment,
and you’re waiting for me to show.”
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