Inspiration

I saw it at the crack of dawn,

I felt it glide under my skull, intercepting my brain waves,

Like a piece of cosmic fairy dust,

It made it's way down to my hands,

It made me play guitar, write this poem,

It's what makes me love, makes me cry,

Makes me sad, sometimes enough to want to

But in the end it's worth every penny you invest,

And it always repays often in more ways than one.

I see people on the train who look like they are so tired,

As if the life has been sucked out of them

And I feel for them because to be inspired is like 

Lighting a candle, that burns until your internal light fades,

When you really have nothing left and you feel defeated,

That's when you know how strong you really are:

'How much can you take and keep moving forwards?'

That's what it's about. So go, run free and be inspired,

Sing your song and dance your dance regardless of who's watching

What can they do? You only let them diminish your inspiration when you decide.

So don't make the decision to. 

Light the candle, and keep it lit, protect it if you have to.

But don't you dare let it burn out.