Inspiration
Asked: What inspiration
Answer: A woman
Yes: a destination
To find her
I know where she is
I know where she lives
I know how she acts
And I know how she breathes
But I can't remove the wide glass
That puts her there and I'm here
I often wondered how this came to pass
And as life moved it
It moved from wonder to strange to weird
Yes, it was a woman
Who never read a word I wrote
The only thing she'd like to write off
Is that one day I was her in thoughts
Decades have passed and things have changed
The feeling remains unchanged
The strangest thing about inspiration
It keeps the writer a stranger
And as more is written, the inspiration remains just as strange.
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