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