Inspiration Poem by Jessi Hardison

Inspiration. It comes at odd times, doesn't it?
I just can't quite understand it.
But when it's there, be sure to grasp it.
Don't let it slip away.

Because it is such a lubricious thing.
Playing tricks on you, a sly thing.
Don't ignore it, it is important, this thing.
And you won't remember it another day.

When you're daydreaming, it comes to you.
When you look for it, it has the best hiding place, teasing you.
But it's right there inside you, it is you.
You're someone else's inspiration, by the way.