| Finite Inspiration A 60 Second Analysis |
- A lack of inspiration
Unyielding to finite examination
Careening recklessly through my mind
Settling out as a viscous trail
Of delusion and melancholy tirades
Angered at the lack of whimsy
Inherently verbose as to its true goal
To find some cohesive thought
Worthy of the sweep of the pen
Across paper then digitized
Riding forth as a pragmatic tale
But finding naught worthy of the strokes
That completes the thought
Festooned as a haughty maiden
Crying for release from a love gone south
To bask in the warmth of recognition
