I can think of many things,
but today I cannot think of a thing,
well, nothing new it seems,
no not one thing at all,
not one thing inspiring,
despite being surrounded by so many things,
because I keep coming up with old thoughts,
but when it comes to new ones,
it is a blank to me and it is insufferable,
so, oi, inspiration, where have you gone,
because I have been standing here all day,
but I have had no lightning bolts,
no lightning bolts Inside my brain,
which is a shame,
because I love inspiration and fascination,
but I get so irritated and frustrated when it does not come.
Oi, inspiration where have you gone,
for you are nowhere to be seen,
and how I want to be inspired in the warmth of the sun,
oi, inspiration where have you gone,
because here I stand, wracking my brain,
and begging for inspiration to come,
yes, here I stand in the warmth of the sun,
bathing in its glow and hoping for inspiration to show,
but today inspiration does not want to know,
and I try to think of everything,
but all I think of are thoughts that I have had before,
and thoughts that have come on better days,
and today here as I stand, hoping for inspiration,
hoping for inspiration to come,
but I am disappointed,
and there is no spark today to light my heart,
and to explode and to create the lightning bolts,
and the flashes of imagination,
that come through inspiration,
and here I stand in the warmth of the sun,
uninspired but happy,
but maybe if I relax a little more,
then inspiration will finally come,
for inspiration is a funny peculiar thing,
but in relaxation, that is how for me it usually comes,
and sometimes finding inspiration is a struggle,
and today seems a particularly difficult,
and a particularly frustratingly irritating one,
so, oi inspiration!
Where have you gone, where have you gone?
