Inspiration Poem by Tex T Sarnie

I could see this man as plain as day,
pale faced and dressed all in black.
He glanced at me, and I felt mentally different,
he had taken some thing and I wanted it back.

Angrily, I approached and asked him what he had taken,
and he said that one day I would understand.
He then faded into the swirling mist of nothingness,
and I became lost in a desert of uninspiring sand.

Whilst I was searching my mind for answers,
I questioned my past use of inspiration.
Concluding, that I never used it efficiently.
For inspiration is the key to all creation.

In the past, I didn't work at all the possibilities,
and give the thought that inspiration demands.
Toying with creative thought is fine to begin with,
but it has to be well worked, and this I now understand.