I don’t know where it comes from
So I can never answer when inquired
To get me started
Little is really required
A pen in my hand
Or keyboard at my finger tips
I get my concept in mind
And let my words rip
The limits to what I write about
No one on earth can know
Stop writing about a subject
The answer is no
This is what I love
That would be an easy wager
Some people even tell me
That I should change my major
My inspiration is the world
And all that it contains
With such a source
My need for topics
Is always maintained
Whether it comes in the day
Or in the darkest of nights
When I get an urge
Then and there
I feel the need to write
Whether it’s seen on television
Or hearing what someone said
I feel a certain rush take over
When a thought…
Pops into my head
