Hard at work,
mind going berserk,
and thinking and thinking,
ruminating and cogitating,
and drinking,
and sat in the sun,
conjuring up ideas,
from the whirlwind of my mind,
a slave to the rhythm of inspiration,
waiting for creation to flow like a river,
waiting for ideas to appear,
in a flash of light,
waiting for that thunderbolt,
to burst from my imagination,
waiting, and enjoying my time,
waiting with a bottle of wine, drinking red,
waiting for my inspiration to flow like a river,
waiting for inspiration to deliver,
waiting for it to wash over me like a wave,
waiting in the sun,
waiting with my pen hand in hand,
to put my ideas upon the page,
an enjoyable evening,
in the remains of the day
waiting for my inspiration,
to flow like a river,
waiting for inspiration to deliver,
waiting for it to wash over me like a wave.