Inspire Me

They ask me where my inspiration

Comes from

How I get such ideas

Swimming around in my head

They poke and prod and 

Ponder

Pin-point the things I say

Like it’s delicate surgery

And I’m on the table

Scrutinized under eerie white

Lights and babble.

They ask me where I get

The words

And all I can say is

I wish I knew 

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