We meet again, my friend, in the depth of the evening rounding out another day. Where the beginning ends and the end begins I see you watching over, blanketing with light, everything. Endless nights we've spent together walking alongside each other, but always in good company. When questions are raised you seem to have the answer without spouting one word of advise or intellect. Basking in the pale light of your reflection I've come to know this path.
Sometimes I just need a little inspiration. Seems odd considering I'm surrounded by inspired music and creativity all day everyday. But the compositions of those passed have less bearing in today's society. It's time for something new, the ideas are streaming in. Time to accumulate the proper tools to tip the scales.
It's quite amazing what just a bit of inspiration can do. It can send me on a creative spree for days, weeks, even months at times. But alas the lack of inspiration or more specifically those who insist on stifling creativity can do so much harm. Life would be different if I/we were able to be creative to our full potential.
