Relaxed in contended opulence
Draining an insatiable nectar
Rays of pinion glide upward
Cascading over hills and valleys
Miles away, an endless daze
An ebb and flow of torment
Disseminating hope
A glimmer that blinds
That spark shone through
Where inspiration lay
Has always been within you
Where does your inspiration lay? Are you inspired by anything? Anyone? What takes away your inspiration? Where do you see yourself right now? Tell me what you think and I’d be happy to listen.
Thanks for reading, I’m not Jonesing around 😉
